You greet me in the morning
in shyness hiding as a bud
waiting to bloom
with the first sun ray

I mesmerise your vulnerable beauty
with little patience
caress you with eager breaths
witnessing the full blossom

Food for thought

I have learned that nectar is food for
bees, hummingbirds and butterflies
they are attracted to
the colours of the outer appearance
and the scent it gives out
they all show affection
only bees are reliant on it
hummingbirds and butterflies
are open to other attractions


strolling under the night sky

along the stars murmuring to each other

occasionally a chuckle fall off the stratosphere

depositing on my spine like chill air

in the infinite airspace

gladly losing consciousness

if not the chattering cicadas

prompting here and now

I would vaporise into the way over yonder


Summer storm

the sun is pure heat and the air is thick
my breathing is laden
sweat like honey dripping out the comb
except it’s sour and salt and vinaigrette

lying underneath the oak tree
the still air brings no relief
the leaves are like an over woven fish net
pressing down slowly to scoop me up
the creepy fear descending on me

then a blistering light broke my fear
following by a whip crackling
my pleated skirt and hair flying off
I feel the fat raindrops sizzling on my skin

the orchestra is playing louder and louder now
it’s only fitting to dance to its magnificence
running wild barefoot on the wet mossy grass
carrying the weight of drapey clothes and hair
‘freedom! freedom!’ is all the lyrics I utter


It has gone cold all of the sudden
It’s inevitable to notice
You have arrived
My fingers are cold when touching my lukewarm lips

I close my eyes recollecting your splendid beauty
The rain sprinkling on my lashes
When the chill air seeping through my poncho
The scarf and beanie keeping me genial
Hiking boots springing on soggy ground layed with unspoken words from dreams last night
I see those lost words in colours sage, forest, bumblebee, pumpkin, crimson, scarlet…

Taking a deep breath in, looking up
You opening up to me like a peacock in a palette of fall
Except, you gravitating to the earth easing off my anxious mind
Allowing me to taste and digest every inch of your abundant glory

Time is far from the essence