awestruck

beverly’s pink saturday
photo: Petals fall from her glance, ~ geisha ~, flickr

waiting was always a weak point
impatience poured out
in a rainbow array of flowing water
tiny bubbles communally commuting

listening was a distraction
the songs served in continuous rhythm
dripping water from a spout
left unrestrained

expectations began to brew
a remembrance eerily recalled
fluttering flowers cascading
unannounced deluge

sniffing the quiet, nose lifted
a sweet scent arose
pink pretty rose petals

reckoning suspended
considering, fated to stay
slowly sipping a beer

soon the snow began to fall
lightly constrained
the open window told tales
reflecting a white misty veil

watching, as a witness
merry laughter smiled
moving snow drifts
discounting the current country song
something about cadillacs and hillbilly music