Vignettes

I spy ahead a coming commotion; With silken swirls over oceans azure, Her cupid contours and flashing allure Greets my approach. Like lavender lotion, Winds whisper promise of climes ambrosian. Marshmallows envelope my furling sail, And towards my mast prepares she to assail: Breathless, inflamed, honeyed with emotion. Now lost, I am, as blue suddenly fades. Chalant, I steer, though I know it be vain, As I’ve long sought heaven in dark cascades. A spark, divine, pierces with no refrain, Through sea-salt air, thunder’s deep purr pervades. Final release, culmination of rain. ...

Good morning, starshine. The earth says, “hello!”