The summer comes with flowers and orchids fragrances from a thousand different blossoms on rafts of lilac tinted cloud that glide on to a turquoise sky of infinity arrayed in silken sunshine through a haze long diaphanous draperies of silken gauze as gossamer on an otherworldly breeze
the jasmine blossoms sheds white jasmine tears and the scent of roses blooms as dark as indigo with secret petals centred in the throat they glow amidst the afternoon incomparably bright and intermingle dissonantly sweet
a sanguine lotus flower whose heart of flame melts transmutes a sensual desire which its unfolding petals freely strew before its flames expire petals in loose and ruffled opulence fleetingly glimpsed then shyly disappear
blue infinitude a gold tincture shines through every part a landscape richer than antique brocade sparkles with intermittent drops of light a swarming galaxy of bright gold motes down a slanting shaft of sunshine floats
Annie's Poetry 