I am a changing dream…

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jan

I am chilled sigh
of blazing hearths of january,
scented in burnished whispers
from incinerated maple-wood,
and wafting warmth
from bittersweet cups
of frothy cappuccinos,
my veil spun by ancient hills
as translucent fogs,
my realms bejeweled in frost~
never tasted by
an anorexic, wizened sun.

daffodils2

I am confusion of february
a confluence of snowflake’s monologues
and daffodils golden giggles,
cuddled in honeyed sunshine
reminiscent of lukewarm saffron milk
sweet, scented and mellow,
a moment dozing in time’s grasp
forgotten as a caterpillar
nascent within its chrysalis
its butterfly flutters hibernating.

spring11

I am fragrance of march
exhaled by tulips,
the breath of lilacs hanging
as a divine promise
on thresholds of drowsy morns
I am withering hope of roses
marauded by spring showers,
exotic incense of orchids
wafting in sunshine,
psalms of worship echoing
from variegated lips
abloom in redolent meads.

brook

I am the laughter of april,
reflected in sparkling gait
of a mischievous brook,
skipping on silver stilettos
on shingle scattered
like marbles in her path,
the days singed at corners
like marigold petals,
when winter slowly fades
with blankets cozying up
alongside moth ball piquancy
and summer blossoming
with flowers of mango trees.

lemonade

I am the sultry breath of may,
with a sublime sun stealing
the chill from marble footsteps,
day like scribbled poetry~
a blend of shadows
and twilights strewn in
melodies strummed
on quixotic banjos of crickets,
while noons are parched words
thirsting for lemonades.

alphonso

I am the clarity of june,
scented in ripeness of alphonsos,
molten serenade of distant blue hills
echoing in cascades
on velvet shod geometrics,
I am the rarity of china roses
speckled on verdure hedges,
my moments like acrylic graffiti splashed
rainbow wings worn by butterflies
writing sonnets in nectar.

july

I am the liquid treacle of july
poured over cobblestones
in silken symphonic fluidities,
the murmured epistles of
gypsy clouds writ in ripples
on muddy face of earth,
I am the bipolar moods of azure
an exuberant sunshine
mingling with grey overtones
of a mixed emotion tempest.

puddles

I am the whimsy
of august sunshine
oft enveloped
by monsoon clouds,
my chiaroscuro silences
tinted in tempest grays,
and trumpet of rowdy thunder,
with soft reverberations
of fluid melodies
brocaded on potholes
in musical ripples.

autumn1

I am complacence of september
a subtle metamorphosis
molting myself in yellowed foliage,
an array of hours aromatic
with potpourri and flavored in
sweet gulps of apple cider,
a honeydew sun leniently smiling
over trail rustling in old songs,
and a butter bowl moon
perched on autumnal beggary,
as alms of benevolent, indigo skies.

autumn twilight

I am brooding gaze of october
piled under boughs in tangerine,
tasting like crisp crackers
on the palate of consciousness,
I am a bronzed whisper
like baking cinnamon rolls,
my crepuscules withering in
burnt scales on indifferent roads,
mornings like placid hymns
reverberating in temples,
and nights like princess tiaras.

wisteria

I am caress of november days
acronymed between elastic nights,
tinted in volatile golds
tasting like latte afternoons
flavored in sweet choco-chip cookies,
dew peppered salmon dawns,
scented in wisteria
and nights like lingering taste
of wine in crystal minutes,
with a muffler clad moon
pouring chianti on chilly soil.

snowfall

I am snow-song on december
scattered in mute pearls on life,
my words muffled, my tune fractured
draping quietude in expectancy,
days like sepia reminiscences
from dogeared yesteryears,
nights like forgotten emptiness
with a lazy moon asleep
under blankets of vague mists,
and stars reluctantly
grumbling on their long vigils,
trees adorned in silver jewels.

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