Satin soft petals reaching toward
the clouds, sway aloft sturdy stalks–
To and fro, to and fro.
They lure me with luscious hues
To places unknown, and
Capture me with Spring incense,
A meadow inside my soul.
Lay me down midst the Aster and Sage,
So I may rest, may dream,
If lucky, live again.
***
© Amanda Makepeace
NaPoWriMo 2012
Amanda Makepeace's Imagination Run Amok 
Good poem. And interesting because I had clouds in my effort today too! 😀
Wonderful! 😀