Plumeria pass

Past shell imbedded streets still cool

Comes the time before the sun begins

And the feet move along at a happy jaunty gait,

We reach the curve where the old fence guards

Empty yards as it decays into rusty tentacles,

The scent of plumeria rich on the air

Waving in a simple gulf breeze

Welcoming us to come and inhale

The seasons of this life.

Pale flopping flowers

Petals at our feet like the waiting

Of kings and queens to tread upon the blanket

Of pale pink silken bits

That fall like confetti

To the ground.

The season of slowness comes to bear

Warmth we find nothing to compare

And the blooming plants on this quiet morning walk

Fill yards and the magnificent spiked plants that reach out 

Waving their arms to the sky

There is no sound but for the birds,

The flocks wandering on grasses searching

Keeping wary eyes on the hounds as we travel by

And the legs that carry us

Still waking from slumber becoming loose

Muscles stretching keeping pace

In the morning place

Of home.

A beautiful morning walk as the sun was just beginning to rise up and the plumeria on the corner curve waiting, rich scents filling a moist air, a life to explore each waking morn. Photo found on Internet.


6 thoughts on “Plumeria pass

  1. Plumeria is one of my favorite flowers. Your poem transported me into your peaceful morning walk, and reminded me of my first encounters with Plumeria on Kauai. The way you speak of the flower-confetti reminds me of the time I scooped all the fallen ones up and put them in a hat and then marveled at how amazingly fresh they all still looked, away from their stem, and from their source. What a poem 🙂 What a flower 🙂

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  2. Gorgeous flower with such beautiful colors, especially for those of us in the winter dreads…
    And the poem, magical as always. (Is it a particular style? It seems to have a particular rhythm…love it! Happy New Year Kim!


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