An orphaned moon lingers as an un-wiped tear on bland brim of ughten, as night blends into nothing~ scattering night-jasmines on the bosom of sleeping earth. azaleas, carnations n' orchids, blossom is fragrant celestial bowers on sapphire clarities, a perplexed sun awakens with aureate yawn pulling flimsy curtains of candyfloss clouds. morning breeze sprinkles dewdrops … Continue reading An November Morning
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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, … Continue reading Dusk to Dawn…
Summer’s Mischief
Summer is a juvenile boy, hopscotching with pebbles on afternoons strewn in quixotic cricket's rhapsodies, and butterflies fluttering salsa delights, He scatters and gathers moments like sparkling marbles, winking in honeyed sunshine~ wearing a hat pinned in sunflowers he guffaws his laughter to flower into mustard blossoms. On hibiscus-tinted dawns~ scented in mango blossom verses, … Continue reading Summer’s Mischief
Autumn Exuberance
kissing and tickling footsteps of departing summer, burnished foliage ~cinnamon confetti tinted in red, yellow and orange showered on solitude of dust trails fringed in dead grass, flies vagrant like syllables of a half-forgotten love-song~ lingering on crutches of fake confabulations. variegated are moods of verdure, stained by life's versatile experiences in graffiti hues born … Continue reading Autumn Exuberance
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 … Continue reading Fairy-tales of the Meads -2…
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 … Continue reading Nature’s Versatile Vignettes…
Medley ~Versatile thoughts in Vignettes
love letters scribbled by fingertips of winter sunshine, on burnished epistles of autumn in wilted November, float whispering in cinnamon syllables, a fragrant tale of love nascent yet withered from boughs of vibrant imagery. dredges of stale cappuccino in paper-cup preoccupations, remind of conversations in moonlight between the starstruck. proclivities of a precocious dawn are … Continue reading Medley ~Versatile thoughts in Vignettes
Nature’s Personifications…
She sits on her haunches eagerly peering into versatile bay silences unaware of homecoming delights of nestlings within rustling leafage, impatient for constellations to be sequined on indigo, while her variegated thoughts transiently splash themselves like modern art watercolors on darkening scowl of azure and a mandarin sun leaves its laughter scattered in evanescing citrus … Continue reading Nature’s Personifications…
Fragments of Allure
tiny feet leaving mud prints on marble-steps of worship, withered rose petals peppered on wet soil, hennaed palms imprint auspicious hopes, on walls of warm welcome, extolling mellifluous sounds of temple bells tattering pious silence of vermilion dawn. whispers of falling snow, blending with citrus aroma of mandarin winter morns, and fresh breath of pine … Continue reading Fragments of Allure
SEASONS…
SPRING She is aureate smile of daffodil as it awakens from winter-lorn siesta on a crisp peppermint morn after apparently scores of dawns, draped in misted confusions. The soft lilting rhapsody of a skylark as it senses fragrance in flowing realms of zephyr and sings to welcome floral delights. She is lingering sigh of sakura … Continue reading SEASONS…