Cream puffs – A Poem

Image by RitaE from Pixabay

Ruminating dulcet dreams of cream puffs, choux

Pillow dainties of pastry prophets top the menu.

Swirling concoctions ebbing at their soft center,

Like summer waves caress sand on the seashore.

Into their hallowed labyrinth center patissiers

Pipe, angelic fillings dreamy unbridled mysteries

Topping their just desserts in liberty’s ganache,

Dissolving sticky situations with edible panache.

On the edge of ashes, seasonal thoughts quiver,

Plucked from their sparks, crisp morsels to savor,

In fancy orbs on a tree dripping with phoenix elixir.

Font awaken – A Poem

Saffron Crocus – Image by Serpico from wikipedia C. C.

Cornucopia tomes and poems in helvetica saffron,

Shed petals as imagination’s paged fonts awaken.

Arial kernels like nutcrackers in conifer groves

Scale idea mangroves binding stories into folios.

Once tossed drafts; flotsam and jetsam genuflect

To unrelenting waves in Calliope’s handheld tablet;

Its keys, winged foliage exposing trunks of truth –

Allowing amber sap of the writer’s pen to take root.

Somewhere in September- A Poem

Image by Lars_Nissen from Pixabay

Somewhere in the heart of September; it is Spring.

Fall leaves planted dignitaries, invisible emissaries

Of Spring’s march across earth’s axised hemisphere,

Where patchwork color roses bloom gardens there.

While we unfold gifted quilts of heirloom treasure,

Spring slips forget-me-nots to remind September –

Even before winter arrives in a distant hemisphere –

That, somewhere in the heart of September;

It is Spring there.

“…This is your time”

Lily of the Nile – Image by JacLou DL from Pixabay

“I don’t know what your future is, but if you are willing to take the harder way, the more complicated one, the one with more failures at first than successes, the one that’s ultimately proven to have more victory, more glory, then you will not regret it. This is your time.”

― Chadwick Boseman

A floral reprise – A Poem

Dahlia – Image by Ulrike Leone from Pixabay

Summer’s messenger blows kisses; a floral reprise

As autumn’s mediator beckons September sunrise,

Exhorting the wind’s guttural whistles in the trees

To fling in nature’s spinning loom, its cares; leaves

Weaving hope foot paths in red, brown and amber

As Summer fluffs her exquisite abode for slumber.

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