STROLLING ALONG

THE SAND

AND PEBBLE COLORED

COBBLESTONE PATH

THAT WINDS

IN FLOWING CURVES

THROUGH CAT LADY’S GARDEN

 

I LISTEN

 

FEELING BOTH COMFORT

AND JOY

 

AT THE TREASURED MEMORIES

THAT SUDDENLY FLOOD MY SOUL

 

AT THE CLICKING

OF HER GREY AND TAN

SADDLE SHOES

AGAINST THE UNYIELDING STONE.

 

FRESH IS THE SUN DRENCHED AIR

FOLLOWING A LATE MAY RAIN

AND WARM THE DRAFT

THAT CARRIES TO MY NOSE

THE GENTLE BREEZE

 

LADEN – YET EVER SO FAINTLY,

WITH THE LIGHT,

PLEASANT,

ALMOST CINNOMONY SCENT

OF THE SNAP DRAGONS

WHICH HOVERS

ONLY WITHIN THEIR CLOSE PROXIMITY.

INDEED A GARDENER’S DELIGHT

I ADMIRE THE ALTERNATING COLUMNS

OF A CHERRY

AND FLAMING YELLOW

FLORAL ARMY

 

THAT RIDES HIGH

INTO THE GLOWING CERULEAN SKY

LIKE AN ADVANCING BATTALION OF PIKEMEN.

 

HERE AND THERE IN THE PARADE

ARE A FEW BRIGHT WHITE,

PINK OR ROYAL BLUE SNAPS

THAT ARE REMINISCENT

OF BOLD FLAG BEARERS

HOISTING THEIR COMPANY STANDARDS.

 

CAT LADY

PRUNES THE FADING BLOSSOMS

OF HER SHOWY DRAGON MILITIA

 

ENHANCING THE LENGTH

OF THEIR VIBRANT COLORFUL MARCH

LATE INTO THE SUMMER SEASON.

 

WHILE FAR FROM THEIR NATIVE

MEDITERRANEAN LANDS

THEY STAND TALL AND MAJESTIC

FEARING ONLY THE SHADE.

 

NESTLED AT THEIR FEET

IS A ROW

OF CLUMPY BLACK BERRY BUSHES,

NOT YET RIPE,

RAISING THEIR LEAFY DEFENSES

LIKE A PHALANX

OF DWARVEN SHIELD-BEARERS.

 

BRIGHT AND BLUE,

FAIR AND INVITING

IS THE GREAT HEAVENLY VAULTED DOME

THAT RIDES TALL ABOVE ME

GIVING ME THE FEELING

THAT I AM WALKING INSIDE

AN IMMENSE TERRARIUM.

 

MIST RISES

FROM A CONCEALED SPRINKLER

THAT LEAPS

LIKE GHOSTLY CHARGERS

 

ACROSS THE FLORAL BACKDROP

OF THE GARDEN

AND SOFTLY TICKLES

OUR CHEEKS

AS WE STRIDE PASSED.

 

I ENJOY

THE RHYTHMIC FIERY FLARES

OF BOTH RICH

AND PASTEL COLORS

DAUBED IN THE BOLD BROAD LASHES

OF A PASSIONATE

WATERCOLOR GENIUS.

 

SUNNY YELLOWS,

FIRESIDE APPLE REDS

AND ENCHANTING ORANGES

ANNOUNCE THE PRESENCE

OF THE ADVANCED LIGHT INFANTRY.

 

MIXED IN GENEROUSLY

ARE CLUSTERS

OF WHITE LILY BUNCHES,

THAT BOB SOFTLY

LIKE ROLLING CONESTOGAS

TRAVELING WESTWARD HO!

 

YELLOW AND BLACK BANDED BEES

AND A VARIETY OF INSECTS,

SOUNDING LIKE MINIATURE HELICOPTERS,

ARE DRAWN LIKE MOTHS TO FLAMES

 

AS THEY DART AND DANCE WILDLY,

SEEKING THE LUSCIOUS JUCINESS

OF EACH RICH

FRAGRANT BLOSSOM.

 

IN THE DISTANCE

I SEE THE SHIMMERING LAKE.

 

INCANDESCENT SPOTS

OF VIBRATING YELLOW

FLASH

LIKE PLAYFUL ENERGETIC SPRITES

ALONGS ITS SKY MIRRORED SURFACE.

 

GENTLE SWELLS

OF ITS LIQUID COOLNESS

TAP AGAINST THE SHORE,

 

STIRRING THE CAVALCADE

OF BROWN VELVETY CAT TAILS

MAKING THEM RATTLE

STEM TO STEM

AS IF THEY ARE WHISPERING

TO EACH OF OTHER

IN HUSHED ANTICIPATION

OF OUR LEISURELY APPROACH.

 

 

 

WTO 9.27.11