I reminisce of childhood prowls, the mild
Unfolding through lustrous summer sways
That in my past, musings replay when twigs
Are sprinkled with blossoms rare like
pearls. I find myself wandering downstream
On banks wading softly, entranced along
fresh shrubs…a vignette of burlap and silk,
Rustling like bright confetti that often
Fine dewdrops envy my near sunset’s trend.
And I could but possess the warm flavor
Of buds in heat, my face dipped in their chests
Hesitating to leave the lush of gold as
Nightfall breaks. Then, floral tapestry churns
Against a mural of summer’s rich pattern
Up high, where lacquered glint from hillside bursts.
Full moon rolls with amusement to cradle
Dawn’s garlands, auroral as this child’s eyes;
floating through next seasons when my tossed hair
sweeps a cluster of maiden time's fanfare.
‘ Flora Abunda’ … www.stephaniedeshpande.com
Contemporary Figurative Artiste Stephanie Deshpande
in Contemporary Free Rhyme...Cyndi's Contest
by nette onclaud