cloudlets in powder blue lacing
a warm yellowing summer sky
greeting a gentle nurturing sigh.
Tasting freshness dewdrops bring,
opening a studied measure, wing
currents, eddies, the bold streaming
invitation, meet, posture gleaming.
Children toss sleepy heads crying
attention, shrilling voices left lying
pooled to wonder in sun's embrace,
they seek not mother but greening lace.
A bending, swaying welcoming cast
to weary travelers, but taste at last
and carry golden future, and wander
to lay it nurtured, another to ponder.
Alone, nature's choosing, yet blooming
in graceful layering, scenting soothing
sweet Siren song, delicate of tasting
and subtle mystery of earth lacing.
Sun settles to kiss the horizon, farewell
to creatures seeking shelter, to swell
with night's last colors. The rose stands
solitary, to flower yet these dark lands.
