Wings of a Human

If I could flyWhat feathers to adorn;A tint of pearlA hint of zirconFragment of an angelSliver of the DevilShades of springDepths of autumnSilver of a dandelionGold blush of dawnIntricately wovenAs wings of a humanTo cross the far horizon!

Spring in the Air

Time for strawberry mojitosMulberry plucked from treesPalash flowers and tomatoesAblaze with red so deepLavender teas, minty greensBrown delight of cold coffeesSweet fruits of labor, nowTangy orange preservesThe sun seeping in nectarTo return from slumberWith full force of summerUntil then let me swingIn the silver hammockWherever the wind swaysAn open book, still unreadAs sparrows make acquaintanceAbuzzContinue reading “Spring in the Air”