Fleeting Impressions In Time (August 2008) Poem by DM W

Into the blue heavens I gaze,
As buds of cotton clouds drift by.
On this lazy, languid summer's day,
Reason's fled; no need to question why.
The sun is a great, golden god:
Pouring out its radiant light;
Bestowing its beauty upon
This garden of endless delights:
From the miniature waterfall's
Cascading, soft silvery flow;
To the dark green, moss covered walls
And the perfumed scent of the rose.
From oceans of violets in bloom
To painted wings of butterflies.
Blackbirds descend by the rock pool.
A jet leaves its trails in the sky
In a ribbon of wispy white;
Amidst the blue infinity
For a fleeting moment in time.
This world brims with delicate dreams.