Susurrous wisps of cirrus peace
confecting in this honeyed haze
glazing paths with sweet caprice
felicities to grace your gaze
should you wander any way:

the dulcet drive around the bend

along the lento streams which wend

or up the newly blooming hill

or anywhere your senses will
drift off by day toward halcyon sights
or swim through sempiternal nights
delighting in some songful star
glorifying where you are -

or where you always could have stood
had you sooner known the good
suffusing world at every hour

tranquility in sudden shower

the freedom of a wildflower

the craving that does not devour

pure opulence of open mind
efflorescent should it find
some moments to luxuriate
in beauty's truth and venerate.

Look around. Breathe in. Relate.
Look alive. Exhale. Create.