In its own parlance the early zephyr awakens me .
The lapwing chirps and flies swiftly across the tree.
The ruddy sky and the auburn soil bestir my senses.
People squabbling at the tap don't reach a consensus.
The tabloid lands in the balcony's attic with a thud
While a harridan curses children gamboling in mud.
I yawn and gaze at the seductive pillow on my bed.
I prefer to scurry in to perform my ablutions instead.
Later I'm guided by the pleasant aroma of incense.
In the kitchen, for rising early, I get my recompense.
Clutching a cup of hot milk, I move to the terrace.
Sprawled, I lie on the mat, the warm air I embrace.
The larkspurs in bloom apprise me of what I miss.
A cadenza prompts that there's no place like this.
The lapwing chirps and flies swiftly across the tree.
The ruddy sky and the auburn soil bestir my senses.
People squabbling at the tap don't reach a consensus.
The tabloid lands in the balcony's attic with a thud
While a harridan curses children gamboling in mud.
I yawn and gaze at the seductive pillow on my bed.
I prefer to scurry in to perform my ablutions instead.
Later I'm guided by the pleasant aroma of incense.
In the kitchen, for rising early, I get my recompense.
Clutching a cup of hot milk, I move to the terrace.
Sprawled, I lie on the mat, the warm air I embrace.
The larkspurs in bloom apprise me of what I miss.
A cadenza prompts that there's no place like this.
Note: If anyone is just on the verge of concluding that my job is only knitting together words from the thesaurus I say nay. These works are straight out of my idiolect and I select words that are befitting the imagery running in my mind.
