Two Poems By Kate Copeland

All lights turned on

It is there where the Akropolis sites
they decide to find room on the hill
where the city shows the valley's heights

He sees a promise in her goodnights
In her really truly mind - still
It is there where the Akropolis sites

Captivated through the sky's lights
From that moment on a nimble will
where the city shows the valley's heights

She learns to see him differently right
Dares her fears further in his hands uphill
It is there where the Akropolis sites

So much beauty, both tears too bright
She spills wine on her summer frill
where the city shows the valley's heights

He carries her up the stairs' flights
All seems alight and they know they will
It is there where the Akropolis sites
where the city shows the valley's heights

Catching morning rays 

Against the white of a morning sky
the slight-grey lines veil a weird frailness 
in the morning fog

The black-emerald waving of leaves
a little lonely night moth flails her wings
against my dark window

Higher up the day is when 
heaven's vault sees a fair-blue descending 
into the white mentioned

A shame to shine the kitchen light
but words need praised, eyes opened
hours want time

As travels fail, quietness stays comforting
and the sky starts each day by nature
trees repairing their green 

shapes shaking off the black of early AM
Me - I'll always redress, my surreal dream	 	
lit up by morning minds and morning rays

Kate Copeland started absorbing libraries ever since a little lass. Her fondness for words led her to teaching some sweet languages; her love for art, water and writing has led her happily to poetry (and to publications too!). Kate was born in Rotterdam some 51 ages ago and is a housesitter in Spain, the UK and USA.