where riparian dreams gambol
among lissom reeds
blushing buds write odes
to the dalliance of butterfly wings,
where onomatopoeic rivers
paint pastiches in twilight pink,
and eagles roost on mossy shelves
to hear hyacinths sing,

there we walked on, unseeing,
where serendipity sat waiting.

Quadrille: a 44 word poem

46 thoughts on “Unseeing

  1. Pleasant surprises are just around the corner for watchful eyes and alert ears. Nature can always thrill us when we are quiet and unobtrusive. What a beautful poem this is.


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