my thoughts get translated

into images that speak

day dreaming becomes a way of whiling away time sometimes...

i lie below a tree aglow with blossoms of fiery red

scarlet tinges its petals....litlle birds hop on the branches

sometimes pecking hard at the buds that dint open their hearts to the sun as yet

everyonec in a while soft petals and stamens fall upon me

when the summer breeze tugs at the tree

the moist green carpetted bed below

has a fragrance of the flowers that fell the night before

new words find their way into these translated thoughts

words that normally i dont use...i smile within

what a wonderful way to spend time in the early part of the day

 weaving dreams of varied shapes and colors...

what a wonderful world

despite the meanesss that seems to prevail...