cascade curtailed -  a cerulean cynosure 

see that sky clear of cloud-crest, and tear

the eye dazzled - crystal clear curtain

of rain-drops adieu in the morning sun

autumnal sighs but not yet the  mistral

await that in twi-seasons yon

trees temperate lavishing largesse of gold

lake limpid grey heron contemplates

on dainty ducklings to dine - his nature dictates 

our eyes eat as well the sublime sounds

our ears scented by the wistful breeze

our nostrils savour colourful flavours  

our skin sees the hidden touch

our tongue toiling all tastes to foretell