there is dull blush
in the morning breaths, when
gloomy clouds obscure the sparkly clear blue
in the sky, the birdsongs on sugar maple trees,
hide the posy hues i draw on the page
but i know, listen - hush -
to the slow murmuring breeze, shadows spin,
& fold away when dawn breaks through
snow-capped fields, bony twigs tease
my thoughts to pools of light, a magical stage
i fall myself into, lush
pines of silence, unwrapped in copper tin
box, i taste spring in my tea cup, i chew
brandy-spiced pears, lemon tarts & buttered peas-
i catch sunflowers & tie my verses with sage
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub, Poetics, Exploring the Realm of French Literature - Hosted by Sanaa Rizvi. Poetry form: Rimas Dissolutas.
