The tulips and the irises, 

They beckon me.

Their ephemeral leaves,

The squawking birds

That herd the riverway,

Give in to the melodious songs

Of cardinals.

A rooster crows at daybreak.

The morning air 

Lays heavy and sweet 

Upon my hair,

And I’m not sure 

Where ephemeral leaves me.

Am I dreaming?

Or are we walking near the causeway,

Surrounded by concrete?

Or are you here,

Waking up

In bed with me?

We pause to eat these luscious plums

And drink the nectar of the drums.

My heart beats as we tumble 

Down steep Kailash,

Badum Badum Badum.

-jenn