|Taking a trip to San Juan Capistrano
merely as a bit of playful capriccio,
I seek a break from my hectic routine
just as the swallows begin to convene.
Awakened by the song of the swallows,
I raise my head from billowing pillows
to greet a new day at this vacation villa,
with its glistening snow-capped mountain vista.
The sun’s ray peeks brightly through the window
overlooking the rolling verdant meadow
as I shuffle lazily to the shower
before walking to the breakfast bower.
There a sensational spread awaits, I know.
The bold aroma of fresh-brewed espresso,
croissants, and crunchy almond biscotti
make my indulgences seem almost naughty.
I take a cuppa white-hooded cappuccino
out to enjoy the view from the patio.
A clear crystal flower vase sparkles in sunlight
as I soak in the sight of swallows in flight.
Too soon, my spring sabbatical must end.
Like the migrating swallow, I intend
to return next year to San Juan Capistrano
for another cuppa hooded cappuccino.