Patterns

Waltzing by the bamboo trees Clusters of serenity The winding wind sings softly The movement of the light Tints and shades and hues take flight Changing patterns hurl insight There is a whisper I hear Watch the bamboo leaves endear The old pavilion right here Shady trees spread overtones By park bench of cold, cold stone Play of light with windy groans The world in a rush repair Ignores this calm, curious air Rush to feast other affairs Only the old retirees Walk and sit and chat softly See patterns forgetfully Now far from the madding crowd The pace of life is not loud Yet a festive mood stands proud Once upon a time the chase Now the twilight years keep pace Wrinkles and silver hairs trace Leon Enriquez 29 January 2015 Singapore