A night’s serenade ends
In a mist of morning rains
ere the golden chariot shows
as the sunflower becomes
alive, anew, aglow -as ever
radiant with the eternal desire
for the indifferent charioteer
reflected in the drops of dew
shimmering in petrichor.
What then if there’s no time for leisure
to stand on the top of the hill in solitude;
No time for pleasure to view the theater
Of nature’s play on the stage of magnitude?
P.S.: I think the music ‘Top of the World’ by the Carpenters strikes the chords of my impression on the view I witnessed on the top of the loop. So here I made a little video for a lark.
Where the sky endless and boundless
Touched the curves of hills and vales
Adorned with pristine wildflowers;
My eyes gazed at the wonder in silence
And my heart filled with longings
for the bounties of beauty in bliss.
The restive soul, the ever doleful
In want of the joy of beauty wishful
Of the realization of desire fanciful
Coveted the beauty of nature graceful
In the eye of the beholder hopeful
Of sprinkles of the magic wonderful
Suddenly, I was a wandering lonely cloud ever
Floating on high over the canyon in the ether
And the top of the misty mountain yonder;
Then as a great lone eagle, I was flying near
The shrill west sun as a sovereign ruler
Of the serene beauty of magnificent nature.
I wanted no more, and nothing more- evermore.
P.S.: Sitting on the top of the loop overlooking the creation down under, I felt like flying in the azure firmament freely without a shred of worries and anxieties binding me in the drab and dreary reality of the world below. That was my secret nature’s elbow room where I could willingly waste my time without a qualm about not doing anything but being transfixed to the beauty of nature for an indefinite time.
Like a wandering lonely cloud
Skybound, Softbound, Spellbound,
I walked down to the lonely street
In the silver shimmering daylight,
Lingering in the horizon beyond
Reflecting on the shining pond.
P.S. I took a walk at the park this beautiful afternoon and saw a pretty pond therein. It was sparkling with the reflection of sunlight, which made me wonder if this had been what Anne of Green Gables might have seen on the way to the Green Gables with Matthew from the train station and named it “Lake of Shimmering Waters”.
I smile at the flowers,
The earth whispers in the flowers,
Heaven twinkles in the flowers,
My heart leaps with pleasure
And dances with the flowers.
P.S.: Today I saw the flowers outside, and they filled me with the simplicity of sweetness that lifted my heart from a valley of tears in this world to a secret parterre in heaven. What lovely creatures they were!
The radiant morning she saw
Flatter the green tops
With her twinkling eye,
Touching with golden hands
The pretty coastal meadow,
Kissing the blue sky with
Lovely vivacity.
P.S.: California is still in lockdown, so all the public beaches and state parks are closed. However, that doesn’t mean we can’t appreciate the beauty of nature even from a distance, such as I did early this morning. As Shakespeare said, “One touch of nature makes the whole world kin’, I felt like my heart’s filling with infinite generosity and munificence for humankind despite its recurring and intractable follies and vices. I saw a medicine that’s able to soothe heartaches and allay malaise and fatigue of the mind and body.
Flame, Glass and Ink are Poems, essays, and reading notes by Stefania Joori Suh 
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