In The Fields

in the fields

free and carefree on bare feet

bending blades to nod and stare

blosoms peep, shy, discrete

hiding clover here and there...

in the fields

golden dreams on eyelids hot

lazy flutter of butterflies

whispering winds easily caught

bending branches with their sighs...

in the fields

gathering blossoms of fragrant hues

under racing cloudy fleece

once intent on childish views

now just making memories...

A Stolen Moment

a stolen moment

of tangerine gold

ensnared in the cobwebs of my mind

and creeping rays

inevitable... bold...

as warm as gold-flaked wine...

a stillness in the air

a breathless hush

a waiting for day to arrive

and the only sound

tides' perpetual rush

a sense of being alive...

turbulence is there

in the golden dance

of glistening tinseled spray

its ebb and flow

a symphonic romance

in tune with Nature's own sway...

how soon dush goes

a-melting the flame

discerning each shape and shadow

the Sun God rules

its fiery domain

and once more the scene is mellow..

but my moment abides

in some secret recess

a well-guarded stolen treasure

should I wish for a ride

upon memory's crest

it's there for my very own pleasure...