SMARAGDINE DREAMS (Published)

SMARAGDINE DREAMS

Millions of pearly crystal balls showering on rain drenched glens

Tumbling down from heaven's crowns are these priceless zircon smidgens

Singing against my window pane, on my roof--tap dancing

The serenade is a steady staccato of sweet drumming

Tear-drop confetti morph into a photograph

Splashing on water-cloches in a rhythmic choreograph

Swaying against the metal grey clouds are citrine leaves glossy

Dusty ochre paths turn into rich ebony and mahogany

The briers and hedges soak in this welcoming marinade

Monsoons blow away moldering debris in a cascade

Dense olive green foliage and a fragrance of pine

Softening blazing summers into caramel hues and smaragdine

Windblown raindrops seek a watery sunshine

Chrome velvet empyrean is adorned with rainbow tiaras hyaline

I glimpse the powder blue sky as clouds break apart

I'm a dreamer, songwriter of my orchestra and very own concert

A liquid patch of jigsaw in the cyan puddle

Shows me the big picture solving every puzzle and riddle…

Summer flowers droop in this intoxication of marvel

As a content pluviophile I sit back and revel.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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