Daydreams
On the early side of day,
sapphire ribbons unwind
from a whistle-clear sky
to clothe trumpets
of Morning Glories,
which dazzle the eye
with their transient,
frail enchantment.
Willow boughs nod
responses to the muted
voice of the wind as it
shakes the perfume
from a rose. The fragrant
memory floats softly past,
elusive as a damselfly
while here in the lilac
the silence hums.
At the sun’s zenith
soft, tumbling cumuli
gather their ermine robes
and melt like day-shy stars.
The song thrush rests,
drowsing in the warmth,
as I daydream, in tune with
life’s eternal rhythms.
By CATSEYES
© 2008 CATSEYES
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