An November Morning

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 …

Untitled Vignettes of Morning

(i) sigh of verdant song of spring reflected in sparkling visage of morning dew, is like naive whisper of a juvenile dream yet to unfurl its chatreuse realms to mandarin sun. (ii) a sleepy bay stretches lazy limbs at dawn to erase lingering kohl of insomnia from vision of melting moon, painting the sky's complacence …

Elegy to a Lost Morn…

the morning blessed in fluid graffiti poetics, bursting as photon sprinkles from a rising sun stretching aureate limbs over vain breasts of blue hills, sighs a fragrant aubade over the dozing landscapes. lurking vestige of crescent moon on azure, is like a lingering dreamy sigh, a faded arc of eucalyptus skin glued over splattered acrylics, …

Moods of a Winter Morning

pine needles salt verdant blades of rustling poetry, on marmalade winter morns tinged in cerise tinted humilities, like wisps of snowflakes from tattered cloudy pillows caressing parched cheek wrinkles scratched in frost's fingernails in surreal honeydew kisses. the morning is a faded manuscript with illegible words shivering on parched blankness of frozen moments like blue …

She Blushes in Apple Blossoms

on flamingo february mornings, a lecherous winter sun winks broadly at cerise dawn as it stretches golden limbs between ancient hills tinted in amber shadows, by winter's eloquent whimsy. she is innocence a nascent whisper blooming in spring's boudoir, scented in wistful dreams ~an embroidered song on blue bonnet skies' organza by sunshine needles wielded …

I am a changing dream…

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. I am confusion of february a confluence of snowflake's …

Citrus Blossomed Mornings…

a tempest doused sun sits outside on cloudy armchairs, drying limp,blond locks in the rain-kissed breeze, watching innocence splash in puddles to splatter mud on faint echoes of rain-song reverberating as violin strains resounding even after versicolor epilogue of rainbows hung on horizon's threshold. citrus blossoms sigh psalms on cerise pedestal of dawn, whispered lines …

Golden Morning Unfolds…

the sun with his golden mane braided into pigtails by fingers of ambidextrous night breeze unbraids his hair, unraveling the secrets of its dreams in colors on the faces of floating clouds at versicolor dawn. babbling brook's mouth is filled with treacle dribbling from fingertips of sunshine, while sleepy stars form a bodice for her …

Tangerine Trail of Fall…

mandarin sun hanging lusciously on azure, on a citrus morning pours honeyed photons on earth's variegated platter, while on a serpentine trail covered in orange molts of denuded terrestrial giants, breeze indulges in aromatic feast of cinnamon rolls. the once verdant leafage has been gilded in gold, by whimsical brush of nature as on this …

Remembering You Over Cappuccinos…

on moonlit winter nights when absurdities of chilled raindrops tapper on corrugated rooftops, as insistent knuckles fraying the linen of flimsy silence, on bittersweet demitasse nights. cold shivers tapestry my trembling solitudes in goosebumps, snuggled within fleece quilts of piquant cappuccino aromas peppered in sugar granule memories, I indulge in your reminiscences. cocoa giggles salted …