Night Jasmine – Creative Commons Credit – Dinesh Valke
(1st line from Rabindranath Tagore)
“Dream of the sudden splendour”
Stumble upon a hidden splendor.
Experience the joy of rupture
Abide by the forbidden splendor.
Shades of evening elongate, inhale
The night-jasmine’s budding splendor.
As the sun sets over the water’s edge,
Waves glimmer in golden splendor.
Stormy Pacific greys the skies,
Misting, thundercloud plum laden splendor.
The dogwoods wait for warmer winds:
They too can ablaze brazen splendor.
Behind the clubhouse,
Where we locked our bikes
On the stand, the walk path meanders
Across the mini golf course into
The meadow, by the airport,
Past the horse stable,
Cutting into the rows of houses,
And brushes by the Deschutes River.
Behind the river, fluffy clouds nestle
On the snow peaks, catching the subtle hues
From the setting summer sun.
Soaking in the backdrop,
We rested awhile on the lawn
Besides the clubhouse and had our picture snapped.
Second law of thermodynamics still applies.
Notes: Day 11 of NaPoWriMo 2016 prompt was to “closely describe an object or place, and then end with a much more abstract line that doesn’t seemingly have anything to do with that object or place, but which, of course, really does.”