Red Carpet © Poem by Roann Mendriq

Sometimes a journey never ends,
so I savour the changing view;
That I believe that Heaven sends,
on the uphill avenue.

The almond trees that line my way,
shed their leaves in russet showers;
Like blushing blossoms in big bouquet,
like flushed and falling summer flowers.

They glide down on the soothing breeze,
in trance-like motion filled with bliss;
Leaving leaves and mother trees,
with fervent farewell airy-kiss.

In crimson red and deep scarlet,
i lightly tread my red carpet.