With flush of new rays
She comes along ever prompt
And greets my first sights -
Perching softly on my pane,
Waving fondly to morn's reign.
Veiled by mist, she stills,
Letting the virgin hues calm
In their assigned metes;
Soon a plush canvas she flaps -
A dreamscape that lets time lapse!
Each day art anew -
Splashed at times in raspberries,
Oft lilacs or gold;
Each tone a rarest tender -
No man perhaps could render.
Whose art I wonder
And what grand vistas beholds,
Wherefrom this palette
Abound with nuance is drawn,
And how strokes get fine thereon.
Whilst quest meandered,
A mild breeze bears her away
From streams and dales nigh
To skies, where dewy moonbeams
Prime her canvas for new themes.
She comes along ever prompt
And greets my first sights -
Perching softly on my pane,
Waving fondly to morn's reign.
Veiled by mist, she stills,
Letting the virgin hues calm
In their assigned metes;
Soon a plush canvas she flaps -
A dreamscape that lets time lapse!
Each day art anew -
Splashed at times in raspberries,
Oft lilacs or gold;
Each tone a rarest tender -
No man perhaps could render.
Whose art I wonder
And what grand vistas beholds,
Wherefrom this palette
Abound with nuance is drawn,
And how strokes get fine thereon.
Whilst quest meandered,
A mild breeze bears her away
From streams and dales nigh
To skies, where dewy moonbeams
Prime her canvas for new themes.
Sep 30, 2012