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, …

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 …

Winter is an Unraveled Secret…

bland days like blank, crumpled sheets of muted amnesia, are bracketed within parched lip morns cuddled within warm affections of cozy mink blankets, and your honeyed caresses, twilights abloom in wisterias and nights echoing in whispers of flimsy snowflakes, with a lingering flavor of sweet peas and mandarins. daffodils are nascent dreams in slumber under …

Thoughts Brewed in my Kitchen

tea leaves bleed aromatic synonyms in water as it bubbles to fill piquant anticipations in gaze of lethargic, mist-draped winters, poured into chiseled transparencies, insinuating russet delights of sweet apple cider. cookie crumbles voicing soft innuendoes of honeyed pleasures, unheeded by a tongue rolling in hurriedly munched bites tinged in caffeinated sips as preoccupations enshroud …

moments of november reverie…

whiplash winds flog trees denuded by pilferer autumn, as sugar-flakes fall from mixed feeling grays, to pepper landscapes and sweeten the bitterness of November chill, with wispy, caramel kisses. simmering in warmth of kitchen strewn in blended aromas, a lonely cup of cocoa tries to mellow, to sugarcoat lingering piquancy of departed fall, before filling …