I.
The early morning sun holds a mirror
Painting yellow sunflowers on my face
Look, maple trees are wearing green slippers
And flowers are knitting hats with a lace
Busy as bees
II.
The mid-summer sky is an anagram
Where I rearrange the tidy letters
Into clouds of swirling sea tides & kelp
Where boats crammed of tourists, heave, sway & roll
I swoon with geese
III.
The end of the summer night is a page
Half scribbled in blue, hastily as kite
Lost in the rolling fog. I masquerade
Sipping the last bottle of smooth red wine
Moon on my knees
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Colour me Poetry, hosted by Sarah Connor. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm EST. Thanks for your visits and comments.
