Dazzling flecks of gold fall lightly from flight,
joy and grace spun from translucent silk spools.
The sun like orange sherbert melts from my sight,
resplended in a rich robe of jewels.
A cooling sky bathes in soft sunlit pools.
Honeysuckle blooms on the horizon.
Cotton clouds yawn, puffing over the sun.
Taste the sweet dreams of her juicy peach gloam.
From Heaven, a kiss goodnight has begun.
Sun beams close their eyes so bright stars can roam.
By Rhonda Johnson-Saunders, July 19, 2012