The Cottage

The Cottage

The cool morning mist
surrounds her like a fog
as she steps lightly
into the forest

Dew drops cling to her hair
as she searches for that
special place where she
once belonged

Searching for landmarks,
the old dead tree (long since
returned to the earth)
she loses her way and
finds herself circling
...listening she hears
the babbling of a brook

Standing there for what
seems like hours, she
wonders which way to go,
looking down she sees
the remnants of an old
stone path and instinctively
knows that the cottage is nearby

As she makes her way through
the overgrowth that was
once the garden, past the
low rock wall, there under
the canopy of the massive oak
trees she stops, her breath
coming quickly now in anticipation,
as her search comes to an end

The door stands open, waiting, and as
she makes her way through the cobweb
covered doorway, past the old brick
fireplace, she stops, remembering the
smells of her grandmother's cooking
like it was yesterday

She can still see that
loving face (gone for decades
now) smiling down at her,
eyes twinkling, hands
warm and welcoming

As the hours tick by,
she sits in the tiny kitchen
of the abandoned cottage
that once was her childhood
safe haven and in her mind
the years slip away and she can
once again hear that lovely voice,
softly humming and she yearns
to have her grandmother's arms
around her once more

Lynn West
(c) 2009

Noel

Noel

I can see the wonder
in the children's eyes
and for this I am so thankful

Carolers stroll by
as the snow covers my lawn,
like a blanket of diamonds

Stopping to sing, their voices
ring out as St. Nicholas
prepares his sleigh
for the trip to every
boy and girl's dreamland

The Angels' halos
light the sky
as twinkling stars

Joy is all around and the
true meaning of the season
is evident

Love abounds!

Happy Birthday, Jesus

Amen and good night

Lynn West
(c) 2009

Unleashed

Unleashed

Bound together by forces
unseen, yet epic in their pull

The fight was over
before it began
as need found it's way
to the surface,
long buried by secrets
and half-truths

When you found me,
I was as lost as thee,
waiting for what I knew not

With eyes wide open,
my body trembles,
for now, I know your touch

Take me to you lair
and unleash our passion,
held back a thousand years...

Lust held captive by time
is set free as flesh meets flesh,
melding, joining, knowing
the wonder of release,
reclaiming life, wrapped in
ecstasy's dance

And the full moon never
looked so innocent...

Lynn West
(c) 2011

Morning

Morning

Morning in all it's glory,
seeping through my windowpane

Dawn's break of the day,
washed clean and fresh, again

Birds are waking slowly,
singing to the dawn

Dew has left a thousand
tiny prisms dancing
across the lawn

I can smell the coffee
brewing in the pot

Another day of glorious
wonder will not be forgot

Rising from my bed,
to drink a cup of brew

I walk my little stone path
as my feet are bathed in dew

Lynn West
(c) 2009

Photographs

Photographs

As I study these old photographs
memories wash over me like a
flood and the love shines down
from above like the warmest of
summer days

Smiling faces stare back at me
and I remember a grandmother's
hug, grandfather's joking manner,
the way mother would laugh,
the crooked slant of dad's hat...

There is a special feeling that comes
from wandering down memory lane,
a little bittersweet perhaps, but a road no less
traveled in spite of its rocky turns, for that
road holds my memories of you

Lynn West
(c) 2009

Ecstasy Mountain

Ecstasy Mountain

Smiles abound
as anticipated pleasure
touches the very
core of my soul

Intimate gestures, passion's
release, traveling to the
peak of ecstasy mountain,
where I haven't tread in years

Endless touches, yearnings
fulfilled, contentment in
spoon curled bodies

Until a time when the wolf inside
is released yet again and soars
with this MoonAngel to bliss,
once more

Lynn West
(c) 2011

Photo courtesy of Joe Insinga
TenThiryOnePhotograpic

Lover's Groove

Lover's Groove

A tender kiss,
a slow caress
this moment is
utter happiness

A tickle here,
a slow lick there
inside our world
without a care

Finding ecstasy
with every move
locked in a dance,
the lover's groove

Knowing you, knowing me,
secrets and yearnings to unfold
open arms and caring hearts
life stories waiting to be told

Soul joining, come at last
living now, not present nor past
chapters in the Book of We,
creating perfect harmony

Lynn West
(c) 2011

Photo courtesy of Fabio Napoleoni