From My window

as quiet as a river I can

watch The moon Shiver

in the breeze its beams

glimmer through the fronds

of palm trees.

Hibiscus wave like children

their mouths move silently,

hands of garland reach out to

one another.

I am grateful for the sweet

drape of your eyes that like

fluttering wings of birds lift

the shawl of darkness.

poly-chromatic butterflies

breach their chrysalis,

Tiny microcosms carried on

the wind over the horizon

vanishing into an arching sky.

These are the riches

The colors of the world

passing through us.