Friday, June 8, 2012

window view

little birds swim
in waves of breeze
now plunging into a dive
then up shrieking with laughter
schools of clouds sail
smooth and slow
their faint ripples
wetting edges of the mind
flowers bright yellow and red
dance deep below
smudging a little color
on dark shades of grey
little dragonflies hover
up above tiny buds
waiting for them to bubble up
and burst spraying lost memories
dusk climbs high up the watchtower
to caress my mind at the window
savoring sweet solitude
one little scoop after another