drop drop

below the awning

flows the music of intermittent water drops

undulating ripples of Debussy’s reverie in the air

andantino, b flat, E major, two bars of forte

and a wisp of melancholy offering peace

may this euphonious daydream blur my vision

for this world is unbecoming of my overreaching desires

sunrise

glistening dew on newly budded fern

a breeze of petrichor arching over morning haze

seasonal olfaction that rings my doorbell once in a while:

before the daffodils blossom comes geosmin, before the first snow comes pine scent

how is it, that the ostentatious glamor of worldly desires does not suffice for me

while an idyllic daybreak greeting from nature is enough to deluge my yearning

oh may this dearth of repose not cajole me to the state of ignorance

as reconciliation with pleasures leads the way to compromise with poignancy

for now, nevertheless,

setting everything aside with an insuppressible smile

I dream of finding for myself a nice cup of spring…