REGAL PAGEANT

REGAL PAGEANT

Wading through a sea of people, searching for your face I find

A muse to write on, in my poet's mind

Maps and constellations don't lead me to you

Neither do flashing lights or signals new

In a serene garden I wait for the butterfly

Or the quiet zephyr that comes rolling by

Frosted winter nights and icy blue skies

Snowflakes now drip in the chilling daylight

The countryside pasture and deep gorges with wildflowers

Gossamer wreaths of mists on snow peaked mountain towers

In gloom of a moor and gray turbid fog

Fireplaces crackle amid the gales sweetest songs

The moon glows on my face and stars twinkle in my eyes brightly

The pearly planets swim merrily in an ocean of galaxy

Nightingales and larks chirp ballads and memories are unlocked

Raw emotions thread their way into a heart, long parched

Snuggling in silence, I want to hear my own voice

Away from dinning city mobs and throbbing noise

The stillness beckons me to see nature's beauty,

I revel in this regal and bountiful pageantry.

©️ Sangeetha Kamath

Pic Courtesy: Image by Amy Art-Dreams from Pixabay

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