Echos of the Spring day!

The sky's falling down...
in rain, snow and sunshine...
indecision's the opening gambit
on this April day..
pale yellow, green and mandarin roses
early flowers of the morning
others blossom later in the play...
and the garden glows....

alongside wild avens on the shady graves..
like vibrations of a string quartet...
the light goes back and forth...
hinting one and other
in an undulating parade...
pale yellow, green and mandarin roses...
some need to be fenced..
others dwell uncaged...
and the garden glows....

on the rivulets of glossy ferns
an army of disarmed soldiers
ride on fragmented dew
in their daily chores...
following the fragrance are only few...
hanging on to the beads, pearls and stars
on pale yellow, green and mandarin roses...
falling out in drops
like extra notes in an octave....
hitting the ground like a child's slide...
some in smiles, some in muddy facades...
and the garden glows....

in disguise.. shrouds of mystery
behind the clouds...
walking through days of history..
sun shines a burning red..
showing in on the horizon ...
mellowing down in its waft
to obtain a steady gaze....
of pale yellow, green and mandarin roses...
some growing high, overlooking the lectern...
others turning west to the lands of the sage...
and the garden glows....