Sunday, February 28, 2010

Rumi in the Grass

Underneath the oak I lay
on grandmother's patchwork
looking up through the limbs,
graceful architecture in silhouette
against the flawless blue
heaven above us.

You sit with your back
against the tree, reading softly
in a soothing cadence
that calms my soul
like only poetry can achieve
in elegant arrangement.

The sun warms my face
The wine drenches my heart

There is no past
nor future here to torment
my restless spirit's
imperfect reflections,
only this moment of
unconditional bliss,
lingers in conscious rapture.

8 comments:

D. Winters said...

You've apparently found a muse, or an inspiration. You are writing frequently and with such grace. I believe you have a gift. Thank you for sharing it.

Bea Sempere said...

The picture and poem are well suited for a Sunday. I like the line, "graceful architecture in silhouette." It expresses the moment.

Nice job.

siphra said...

Lovely.

maria said...

hi!!

I'm spanish, but i follow your blog!!

I like it!!

this post it's very nice!!

David said...

"The wine drenches my heart." How wonderfully zinfull.....Cheers!

Suhasini said...

you spin a magical,ethereal web with words ...i wish i were the dew drops sitting pretty in the silvery strands and all wound up:)

Itsa Mystery said...

Thanks for reading!

Heather said...

I am a new blogger. I've skipped past a few random blogs to get a few ideas. You write lovely.

Feel free to stop by my page too, if you'd like
- I only have one follower - lol.

You write just beautiful!

Heather