Often as Not - with Adagio

often as not little pleasures and blue skies in
corduroy of patchwork memories drifting
cumulus clouds
 
painting the heavens In billowed masses
soft as cotton gentle feathers
shimmery blush kissed by the sun
 
listening to echoes of the flowering mums
scented with the kisses of the twilight's roux
simmering in the dew
 
the dew holding a secret tale
descended as whispers in the quiet dawn
momentary beauty before the rising sun