Sweet Serenades 

A dawning light of
yellow gold
delight in the
dreamy dance
of morning's glory

Here among the
columbines and
gentle breezes
Of an ocean's soft
surging arousal
In play, we excite
the day and
begin again

Our loving in the
silent silver shadows
Of the bedroom's
cloistered call
And love sweetly
in a passion of
Spring flowers
and sensual serenades


Michael David Coffey
©1999