Concert of Seasons
Morning’s flush frothing on wings of butterflies, moments smeared with luminosity in swelling densities of Sun’s metallic yellow — tearing open grey violet of sky — occasional trill of cicadas enthrall the abundance — rays reflecting fiery colour images — while scented shadows gnaw paths of light
the artistes in blue, coral, fuschia, golden and enchanting hues from palettes beyond imagination — suffusing the green opulence of garden — twigs of trees twisting and twirling with rustle of foliage — what do they intend to stage — cheerful dance forms rhyming with lilt of winds — a concert for celebrating gaiety in transience
amazing stars stepping to the stage energetically — swift ants; red and lamp black — on a hunting spree — inaudible yet lost in a chorus dance — birds feeding chicks staging a humble opera — the flies tapping and swinging a salsa — mesmerized by scents of vines — odour of pelargonium leaves sweetening the melody— spills of shedded petals ceding their scents — merrily riding the wheel of death
locking and popping in a hip hop — aphids tarnishing the green sheen — to be gulped by ladybugs’ bobbing dazzle — wasps dart and pluck juicy caterpillars — enacting flamenco while chomping the lush — a group of bees indulged in belly dance — combing the nectar in the core of flowers — many more grassy creatures frolicking on colourscape — rejoicing the temporary bliss in shush
garden galore teeming with greens, pastels and florid pride — drenched in succulent resplendence — drowned in mellow woody incense— a vivacious stage sans spectators — buoyant with spring’s ecstatic prance —summer’s troupe arriving next — tuning the strings to camouflage dissonance of spring’s verdure — infinitesimally withering to unpleasant brown.
Era Garg May 2022
In response to the Saturday Poetry Prompt “provoking the theatrical” by J.D. Harms in Scrittura.
