Abask in the certain awe
of a midday Spring sun,
I draw tight my pale-gray eyes
to curtain the blinding bright.

For here, behind optic folds
ignites the familiar brilliance
of pinks and reds that arc and blend
to blues and golds

and bend my very senses
by their presense–

+++++melding spectral density to birdsong melody
+++++and winsome winds that brush against me to gilt intensity,
+++++infusing my mind in pigmented propensity

+++++Until at last

+++++I am thoroughly subsumed within hot cherry-hued chromatic notions
+++++contemplating waves of sunrays on vast daydream oceans.

by Jason Weaver, 2013

Author’s Note: Inspired by colorful ideas at DVerse Poetry Pub...and by sitting in the garden, which is endlessly healing.

Daydreams by Jason Weaver



12 thoughts on “Daydreams

  1. the indented section toward the end is my fav bit here…the spectral density to the melody…through being thoroughly subsumed…that whole section, like it much jason…time in the garden def is a place of peace.

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