to skin with hovering clouds
But you don't notice but my colors
rustling silk-plum rose, scent of honeybees
then orange-gold, streaking of seeds-
Picture credit: here
I am sitting by dead
twigs, red-nosed pine cones & frayed
leaves, pickled brown by bugs-
The sun is cucumber cool,
minting the field in newness while
yellow-crowned weeds, trifles with wind-
The sky is a watercolor my eyes can't ever capture-
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - Poetics - Micro world Poetry ~ I am back to writing poems after a break ~ (I feel rusty, ha) ~ Happy Tuesday everyone ~
