BogRhymes

My siblings don’t meet,
As often as we might.
When we do, we don’t speak,
Until late at night.

After the raging came the calming dawn,
Howling overnight, but now curtains are drawn.
See the clouds parting as the sun gives a yawn,
And thrushes and blackbirds dance on the lawn.

Flowers for my wife,
I get them all the time.
Flowers for my woman,
As simple as this rhyme.

Sun setting on a windy eveningly,
It is warm but very breezily.
My mind is tiring very speedily,
I hope that sleep comes soon and easily.