Pastel Delight

Swift it's pastel, Ring the bell. Twinkling dust. So you can't tell. Pretend it's sparkle, Like a wink. Noon sun through the window twinks. Silly secrets make a squeak when white doors open. Smile plays across the face Of aging woman clad in lace. Brush the cushions with light skin; The calmest wicker knows the wind. It can't be but a breeze this morning Delicate are flowers adorning windowsill, And all-around tranquility is found. Dancing merrily, this day Of freckles, lashes play And lavender serenity Is calming through the likes of me. A simple taste of morning light: All butterflies surely delight In glimmering With charming wings, The light, the bright, And gentle things. Imaginary bells on high, The crystal clear of bluebird sky, The pastels powder my arise. This paradise just might surprise Even those who care to listen, Every morning, to its glisten.