She is Zephyr…

she is wreathed in fragrance gathered from boudoir of flowers, invisible and elusive garlands of strung scents compose realms in rainbow-crocheted meads, when virgin sighs of awakening daffodils with gold-dust wombs herald colorful spring. pink-white whispers of cherry tree, pepper silence of mornings ~citrus-lorn and clutching to lingering sliver of lunar promises fading on face … Continue reading She is Zephyr…

Life of a Flower

flowers smile in the cascading sunshine of volatile gold and weep dewdrops under night's facade of moonlit oblivion, they droop at dusk when the daylight begins to fade and clouds express their thoughts of adieu by masquerading as versicolor christmas flyers. swaying to rhapsody of the redolent zephyr, they wink flirtatiously at dainty butterflies and … Continue reading Life of a Flower

Scents of Naiveté 

syllables uttered by variegated gossiping wildflowers, to an uncouth morning fenced in swaying bamboo groves, are like perfumed sighs from chiseled hourglass of essence sprayed in rancid space to erase smudges of claustrophobia. smell of mango blossoms abloom under foliage draperies, are flowered promises of luscious tanginess bottled into sunshine pickles, and golden sweetness poured … Continue reading Scents of Naiveté 

Floral Musings…

    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ksUY8owZyBs   golden buttercups, in sunshine-spun pinafores, shiver in the cool breeze while lukewarm treacle trickles down azure canopy polka-dotted in vagrant clouds with storms brewing within cotton-wool wombs, and butterflies preen in aureate embrace of the redolent daylight. dandelions are songs sung by earth's fertility, scattering fragrant syllables over silent chords of … Continue reading Floral Musings…

A Bowl of Potpourri

melange of blended, dried assortments, blended fragrances concocting verses  for the senses, spreads redolent breath in breeze.   reminiscent of stolen kisses, in rendezvous under fondly doting stars and moon, mystery of forgotten yesteryears of boisterous waves caressing golden sands cradling oyster shells gravid with pearls, aroma from home’s kitchen and perfume of burning sticks of … Continue reading A Bowl of Potpourri