mali

Written by: Yolanda Jones

a seasonal haste captured me 
in the mist of toiled follies 
and meaningful gestures 
i'd yet to foretell 

a heavenly hint of paradise 
beyond the garden gates 
faint notions aroused 
my melancholy mind
 
offering jaded scores 
amid the calm hues beckoning 
my inner warmth i suppose 
i'd remember colorful leaves 

gathered beneath oak 
and maple bark fascinated 
quietly throughout cold lillies
and the laughter of cunning 

african violets clustering 
between earth and crisp air 
whispering the pleasant sound 
of damp sunlight dancing 

quaintly about the stillness 
of thy playful soul