PERFECT WEATHER

The sky blue was clearer today
I gazed up and hoped it’ll stay
A canvas, up high, looking perfect
Colored by the brushstrokes of the Great Artist
The wind was so soft
The type that is not felt oft
The way it gently caressed my skin
Like a mother to her offspring
The way the flowers swayed
Seems like music was played
For their ambience was gracious
And the sight, precious
The air carried a fragrance
A sweet smelling presence
Inhale, exhale
As I prayed it to stay
The ambience brought back memories
Reeling from mind’s galleries
Pictures of my growing up days
Or a painting of beautiful future days
The beauty was perfect
Words to describe it is lacked
I hope to see you sooner than later
Perfect weather

(c) Chukwudi Isaac