Rainfall rollicking a game, slewing from the cloudy baskets; Winds weaving tickles and driblets donning, chiming anklets. Rocking the leaves, the new-sprung freshness in the cradle; En-kindled are unvoiced feelings, chancing a way to dabble.
Stars shimmying in delight, bedecked and arrayed up above; Intones of ecstasy, spieling richly and scorned ail, sitting low. Scrooching she, the Night sky, tacitly across the quieted lake; Underneath the witching moonlight, along the all unawake.
Lake, rearing to imbibe from the luscious lips of the night sky; Crimsoning she, in the velvety veil, meeting her lover’s eye. Swooning are the moments, steeping in novel lilacs and lilies; And hallowing amply, is the orphic love’s aeonian embrace.
Swooning scent of the wettish earth; Inflames the stubbed out wordsworth. Dallying is the crisp iciness in the air; Hankering for a warm shoulder to pair. Freshening are the doting memories; As the sweats of tomorrow softly freeze. Blushing is the longtime drenched night; Beneath the veil of silverish moon-light. Lone soul minding to mellowed whisper; which the perfumed raindrops author. Moments, edging the heart’s feelings; Winging my spirit to the starlit ceilings.
Elegant raindrops ensconce slow On the chiseled leaves, they lightly row Alike the exquisitely cut, fly-speck, lambent diamonds Inventing an ineluctable spell in beaming hundreds When the day’s ritual threshold is sedately shut To slumber, all jaded flowers are tardily put The silverish treasures glisten their best Against the black nights’ velvety vest As duskiness, fares to the close Ended are the glowing shows Rejoining the Eternity Obviating Spree They merely Fly