Stem of rice petals

 Tall, lithe stems dance in clarity.  A shared space of welcomed whispers.
Tiny rice paper sheets brush against scrolled etchings. A gasp of layered colors.

Simply placed sparkle.  Brightening the air with tears of joy.

The held stare. Smiles. A proclaimation of laughter and delights. A silence that comforts and brings overwhelming bundles of warmth.

A lesson brought forward to gracefully glide down a pale cream. Sprinkled with softness and vanilla.  A breath of crisp, sultry jasmine playfully knocks upon spices of distances dreamt of .

I only ask for a petal of delight. A smile to cling to. As the day breaks down I find joy in the exhale of cotton against weary lucent speckling.

Then in the grace of a heated glow the slates swirl to a relaxation of crystal burgundy.  Patience offers calm and geniality. A satisfaction of completion of beauty in a moment.

Just one tangible memory that lingers so deeply, resounding all sensations to an instance of honeyed euphoria.

Indeed, how elated a single spirit can be to be remembered of a favorite time of nature.  Simple. Gratifying and pure exhilaration.

One hope. A solo dream of a flower. Do you know of it?

Dare I inquire of your response?