Bough

To ascend with ease, to slip

Through unnoticed, swaying

With silent precision to the

Hidden rhythms of the breeze;

To glide transcendentally

Along soft, natural spirals,

As summery warmth abounds

And bounces, fading into shade:

Herein lies that tranquil gloss

Of jade inlaid with amethyst.

Yes herein lies that peaceful calm

Of sweetened soothing jasmine wisps.

Apr 2011

Waves

Carpe