midsummer equipoise

I sit dreaming in this moment in time. 
The dear sweetness of full voiced nightingales warbling
their love melodies fill the burning midsummer air.
Availing myself of a gentle breeze flung far from heaven, I 
play with my pen..

the mellow notes
of a thrush fade into
twilight reflections..

A swan white moon timidly appears in a pewter sky.
The bubbling torrent torrent of melody fades as birds take
to their nests.

the summer sky 
melts into a solstice song...
riddle of the stars

A freeborn zephyr nudges me out of my reverie.
My quill slips from my fingers. The gloam etches the rhymes
of the night..the earth inkes with consonats of coherent thought..

flowers and birds dream
in the crespescue lustre...
I think of haikus.



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