Paradisiacal Retreat

My fragrances have guided you to my colourful winter gardenia A cobbled pathway will walk you to a vanilla mushroom house Atop with a fireman's helmet of red riding hood flower wine Bee loved sunshine daisies spread their wax petals on the crimson rooftop Clusters of blue lotuses float in my faded old bathtub in close vicinity The small wooden well with an overhanging planked bucket sheltered above Houses red geraniums and ruffled peonies in the backyard My skin peeled timber wheelbarrow rests being tired of traying Blooming pink roses, green brushy ferns and purple asters A pathway of coloured mandalas to step upon with sweeping skirts Encircle around small earthen-pot fountains dripping lazily From one clay vessel to another to ripple over creamy pebbles Leisure around the hibiscus bushes and you'll find a log table with stumps Rest a while and watch the the stone swans resting their beaks on breasts Pleased to carry their petunia backs to dwell in your warm arbours I'm a paradisiacal retreat for a photographic memory to paint me in words April 4, 2016