Natures Delight

There among those slumping stumps of wood she sits,
and waits-- for the gentle hum of the first robin’s song.
Separated and contented from those chirping women and twits.
Witnessing the birthing of the gentle butterfly, hoping in prolong,

the gentle blossoming of spring. Entrapped within a world she hates of concrete and stone,
she lounges among the pattering of birds wings among the wind.
Entrapping the sweet stories carried on the air and its songs to never be alone
She pilgrims to a places beyond the stretch of those who have sinned.

Breathing deep the nectarous taste of the blooming flowers coated in morning dew,
she sighs, mirthful, to the morning lark who shakes the moisture from its feathers.
As flutters over the prism of colored roses, the chase away the melancholy blue,
that crept into her eyes. Tortured by the concocted matrons covered in their expensive leathers.

As the robin clears its throat and sings
She opens her eyes to the bursting lights of dawn and spreads her wings.

Reviews

[A.r. Bazian]

Amazing!
the imagery! so lively!

[Sami Khalil]

I like the ending and all.