swaying to the breeze are the lovely trees

swishing and swashing are my curtains

unexpected yet most welcome is the mizzle

pitter patter down my window pane

and through the french door they reach to me

sprinkling water on my face

the feel so lovely and beautiful

hands held out I stand on my balcony

to savour this picturesque scene

Strange

I mused over this strange aspect
Two ladies trying to surpass one another
All just to hold a very special place
Both in his mind and in his heart

When will it ever enter their thoughts and mind
That each have their own special place, a different kind
I mused over this strange aspect of the two ladies
One elder to him and the other younger