The morning sun
Impregnates the air
With  serendipity
Of  a virginal daybreak;
Sprouting thistles
Murmur insignificantly
Swaying in unison;
Youthful florets
Blossom in a conceited
Poise; oblivious
Of the deceitfulness
Of an impending dusk.
Gurgling rivulets twinkle
Mirth in unfeigned luster;
The expansive meadows
Furrow their harvested brows
In an insatiable wait
For the monsoons.
Proliferated sunflowers
Frolic in rhythm with
The light rays peeking
Through leafy niches
Of shrubby growths.
Dainty dandelions
Whisper serenity
In feeble attempts.
I stand starry-eyed
By the window
Assaulted by the
Fresh whiff of morning incense;
I delight myself
In yet another
Desire to pluck the day
As it comes my way!


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

© Varina Berryl Rasquinha, 7verina.wordpress.com, 2015.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Varina Berryl Rasquinha and 7verina.wordpress.com with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

%d bloggers like this: