rose wind

sometimes,

in the playground of the gods,

in the days of avocado sandwiches

and kalamata olives

the scent of roses

fluttered like a magic spell

as we strolled

round and round the garden paths

in floral breezes and bird chirps

and airy whispers

and slowly, wound our way

to the edge of the wild precipice

that looked down upon

the roving sea

where time rested,

suspended, soft and serene,

transcendent –

on wafts of gentle rose wind

more lovely,

than anyone could ever dream:

clasped, together,

in such a supernatural place,

nibbling avocado sandwiches

and kalamata olives, happy . . .

as happy, as we could ever hope to be

by the ocean, encircled in blossoms 

and green, under the azure sky, 

in the playground of the gods . . .

adrift in rose wind.

note:  a picnic area in Burnaby Mountain Park that features Totem Poles and a beyond beautiful rose garden and looks out over the Burrard Inlet on the Pacific Ocean is known as the "Playground of the Gods". 

photo:  Rose Wind - W. Bourke 

© 2014 Wendy Bourke