Verses of Winter

Coriander breath sighed by a huddled kitchen warming itself in gasps of frostbitten stove, blends in citrus honeydew realms of a gossamer winter morn. somewhere pea-pods pop out syllables of a sumptuous delight, to flavor insipid moments of bleached twilights. empty vases yearn for daffodil daydreams prematurely spawned afore March, eggs Benedicts congeal on frozen …

Ignorance~ An Array of Vignettes

The innocent cherry blossoms, tinted in candyfloss sighs wither in ignorance, unaware of the reason they pepper the brow of nascent dawn, emerging from their chrysalis. Oblivious is the moth dancing in frenzied ecstasy around the mistakenly revered threshold of jaundiced streetlight, of the cause of its demise enthralled by the radiance of a callous, …

Winter Moon

She sits forlorn, wrinkled and wizened on frostbitten grayish clouds under the veil of mist, determined to keep vigil in December chill warmed by distant embers of shining galaxies. She drinks from that half- filled cup of coffee left lukewarm on the window sill, breathing in the lingering scent of roasted peanuts and the luscious …

Poetry is Born…

as a sighed bubble of prismatic syllables, floating in firefly strewn sunshine, bursting within the grasp of moments to splatter dewdrops of transience on the face of noon~ poetry is born to momentarily adorn straits of the commonplace. when a jaundiced thought, wizened by reverie speckled in variegated shades of sentiments, withers from boughs of …

Bland Are The Moods of Winter

Benign and blameless~ the mist clad, bland morn of December, like a lingering gasp of cerise, yearns for polychromatic epistles scribbled on canvas of March, Robbed of lush verdure after transient lure of burnished golds, denuded boughs shiver beneath quilting heaps of winking snowflakes in the faint honeydew sunshine. Within frostbitten soil's depths the daffodil …

Lines of a Reborn Dream…

Along flamingo circumference of a blossoming morn, lingers like silver remnant moon a withered dream~ reminiscent of fallen flowers of saffron-sublime hursinghars or a fish stranded ashore ~dead and forgotten, She picks it up in her caress salving its sores with honeyed syllables of hope, singing nurturing rhapsodies sequined in photons, as a fledgling with …

Dusk to Dawn…

amethyst skies at crepuscular hour are reflected on sapphire waters, as epistles of poetic calligraphy resonating with versatile hues, when the topaz sun is gobbled as mandarin morsel and periwinkle heights pantomime a giant chrysoberyl, of oxymoron shades soon blending into an obsidian night. the opal moon ailing with insomnia pours over ivory, printed volumes, …

Winter is An Old Woman…

Winter is an old woman, her face mapped in wrinkles like frostbitten verbs, She sits on her haunches at dawn, gathering citrus-scented dewdrops from grass blades, while painting her dreams as azaleas in watercolors on hydrangea skies. Snowflakes are christmas baubles simpering treacle smiles in the lukewarm sunshine, hung on verdant limbs of frozen pines, …

Fairy-tales of the Meads -2…

Rapunzel tendrils of dusk-lorn wisterias, hang in scented breeze casting long, sinuous shadows in receding light and streetlight speculations. Cinderella escapades of butterflies fluttering their nervousness while ranting in language of ambiguities, donning firefly-refulgence under moonlit fantasies to ballet in floral ballrooms only to be left holding a pumpkin at midnight. Sleeping beauty, lost in …

Nature’s Versatile Vignettes…

gravid a slate-grey sky frowning its wrath amid tantrum throwing clouds, showers blessings of fluid poetry, night dissolves in its own pessimism, leaving the moon forlorn to blend in tequila sunshine like ice-cream scoop on mango jelly, and orphaned stars are adopted by benevolent bay abounding in constellations. whispers of snow peppered on wizened brow …