Serendipity on a Gentle Breeze

Serendipity on a Gentle Breeze

Summer wears a smile all winter long
Waiting in the wings for wings and things.

Spring poems fill their pockets with sharp
Little stones, musical shells, and wispy feathers 
Of the tall grasses at the edge of the yard.

She will not go outside unless
A cerulean garden calls her name
& offers her hot peppers,
Tomatoes, and squash.

Then she will fly the cloud flag of heaven 
As the blanching light of the sun 
Crosses the path around the rim 
Of the house where she resides 
Full of moonbeams
Praying for constant brightness
Less severity from her fellows
& an autumn decked out in a riot
Of rustic hues that flame to the touch
Of the eye and rustle in the ear.

Now when winter burns, she will scorch
Each word and torch her soul 
Back into the arms of paradise
Waning in the world but waxing in her heart
As a warm memory flows along the mind
Like a balloon carried on a gentle breeze.