Daydreaming
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Published on 10/21/2007
A Summer's Day
Daydreaming
On the early side of day,
sapphire ribbons unwind
from a whistle-clear sky,
to clothe glorious trumpets
of Morning Glories,
which delight 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 scented
memory floats softly past,
elusive as a damselfly.
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 time to
life’s eternal rhythms.
sapphire ribbons unwind
from a whistle-clear sky,
to clothe glorious trumpets
of Morning Glories,
which delight 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 scented
memory floats softly past,
elusive as a damselfly.
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 time to
life’s eternal rhythms.