Eurus

Sky painted a forget-me-not blue, 

Sun, a gentle buttery yellow, 

Clouds worthy of Olympus 

Like spun sugar, hung low, 

And a warm breeze ruffled hair and grass alike; 

The signs bode of a most pleasant summer.

The lake lay serene and calm,

Save for the naiads natant

In their ethereal beauty

Like a mirror reflecting

The beauty of the sky,

Like a blue gem,

Nestled in the heart of nature's green.

The buzz of the cicadas crescendoed,

Accentuated by the occasional melodious birdsong;

It was the symphony of the forest,

Making even the trees sway in tune.

Leaves rustled with a flurry of dryads,

Whispering secrets of the forest

In a tongue of yore,

Arcane to the mortal ear.

Molten sunlight glinted past the canopy above,

Looking like gold suspended

in a vast sea of jade,

Filtering through the overhanging foliage

To dance on the mossy forest floor.

The air buzzed

With a sanguine assurance, 

And in that moment of tranquility

I allowed myself to be lulled

Into a peaceful slumber

By the warm east wind.