A Restful Rendezvous, A Sestina By Aruna Gurumurthy

A Restful Rendezvous Pink roses in a rustic glass vase, the mellow touch of a khaki-colored, soft plaid blanket on my skin as I lay on the wicker chair letting the cool air weave through, aligning myself with the soft pillow for rest. What can I say when the silhouette of life is picture-perfect? Is the silhouette of my life picture-perfect? Today it is roses, tomorrow it may be peonies filling the vase, opening in a spread of colors, as they rest on the sides of the vase, much like the plush blanket falling on the wicker grooves, its waves streaming through, as it is crunched and crinkled on the chair. Every time I sway on the rocking chair nearing the flowers, I whimsy life’s colors, a mélange in perfection. Pink juxtaposed with green, I breathe a sigh, looking through, casting my eyes on the carved green vase. Reflections of…