Good Morning Wales
It rained again last night for the first time in two weeks.
There are daffodil petals, I gently scattered across my floor, leading a path to my bedroom.
It’s to let you know, my door and my heart is always open. Eagerly awaiting to consummate the beginning of a new life with love and with memories to make and share.
My affections are real just as sure as the rain falls in Wales, listening to it as it gently taps upon my windowsill at night. It’s cold here, even in the spring, but he has provided me with everything I need to keep warm.
As I listen to it’s rhythms of the rain, with my head on a feather pillow, I feel safe, as if upon a cloud of sorts; snuggling under the goose down filled duvet he lent me to keep me warm. I burrow, like making a nest within these walls of his terraced house on these cool Welsh spring nights.
As I lay my body down. My mind and thoughts drift into the winds; towards him and his room.
Listening to the rain, my body is still, occasionally hearing his foot steps, the creaking of the floorboards of this beautiful hundred year old Victoria manor.
My bedroom window looks out upon the well tended and plush garden. There are blackberries buds, beginning to bloom.
Everything is here and happening in hopes of something; like a summer blossom; you know it’s a calm, exciting beautiful yet to come, anxious of a feeling of something happening that I cannot explain in mere words.
Maybe it’s a feeling one has for another person, when you cant get enough of them, but yet, hoping not to smother them either, trying to please them in every way and also giving a proper amount of space too; yet wanting it so badly, watching him move forward with such tenderness.
So, the cat is now asleep at my feet, softly purring. It’s raining again, and I’m listening and drifting off and falling into a deep slumber, hoping he will see the petals on the floor, leading to my room; wanting, needing him by my side.
“Daffodils” by William Wordsworth. It is Wordsworth’s most famous work. The poem was inspired by an event on 15 April 1802, in which Wordsworth and his sister who came across them. Written some time between 1804 and was first published in 1807.
For more reading: http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/174790