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!
7verina 