Imagination- Ella's Lagoon

Over this limpid lagoon, without a church's dome, no ill-tempered wind coming from the stormy East can stir up huge waves, it can only scatter mist; here birds thrive, they call this place their home. The esurient wrens search for breadcrumbs, Ella hasn't come yet and they hope she will; the laughing gulls entrap them as they shrill, the tiny ones flee and hide in blades of grass. Where's Ella? She must be dancing with clouds, there the only spectators are the curious swans; she swirls against a smooth spectrum of indigo lighter than her gorgeous eyes that delight Fabio. Another Fall evening ends to bring back all stillness, finally the painter with the grey cap rests his hands; his jaunty painting matches the vividness of the sunset, Ella runs and joyfully embraces her adored sweetheart. Written on 1/ 29/ 2016