The poet’s voice warbles
where plaintive cellos echo
from vine to hanging vine
in rain-
drenched equatorial jungles —
trills mid-air with the sparrows,
traverses
clandestine recesses,
myriads of breadcrumb
ant trails,
rocky mountain ridges
of wind-sculptured silence —
The poet’s hand gathers
the orchard fruit promise
birthed at nighttime
from fragrant white blossoms —
The poet’s feet dance
somewhere in a warmer province
tango
across a million grains of sand
aglow with the colors
of the dawning sun.
by D. G. Vachal © 2015
Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons, “Equatorial Jungle” by Henri Rousseau. This is a faithful photographic reproduction of an original two-dimensional work of art. The work of art itself is in the public domain for the following reason: This work is in the public domain in the United States, and those countries with a copyright term of life of the author plus 100 years or less.
lilies, sparrows and grass 
One of your best. Thanks.
Thank you so much, RJ. Blessings, Dee
Stunning photo x
Thank you for visiting my blog!
Your welcome x
rocky mountain ridges
of wind-sculptured silence …beautiful! Remarkable flowing prose as always!
Thank you, Susan for your uplifting comment. It is always a pleasure when you visit my blog!
Dear Dee,I feel privileged getting this in my mail, thank you oh so much. Keep the creative juices flowing, the beauty your poem evokes lifts the spirit.Always,_Rhenee
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Dear Rhenee, thank you as always for your encouragement! I am uplifted by your comment that this poem lifts the spirit. Best and warmest, Dee