Quiet time, me time
sketching time, writing time
listening time.
Soothe me, relax me
enthuse me, indulge me
cosset me.
Like jewels, but more so
yet fleeting, so ethereal
like butterfly wings
or dandelion kisses
scattered on summer breeze.
This is living for me.
A quadrille about what makes my heart sing.
Freya Writes... 
Love the form, and your beautiful poem.
Thank you so much!
You’re most welcome 🙂
“like butterfly wings or dandelion kisses” Just lovely! 🙂
Thank you! 🙂
You’re welcome! 🙂