After Violins, Buoyant Triangles On Red Horizon

Morning brews sunrise colors- yolk yellow seeping over edges; light sterling silver strung; rubbed linens ironed across the rim. The creatural world-a lime olive, sea blue cup- has a view from space: mottled tints- mud grey, green. Deep. Sienna red flames bedewed. Aged worn cotton tinctures- the crumpled fabrics' wrinkles are mountains, hills, cliffs ingrained. Threads netted- the indigenous lives captive-evolution. They tat the stretched skies, royal. From beats the animus- birth; sprouting; feathery gardens open to the sun. Roots plow. Volcanic lands thrust- beryl hues are the telluric gloss of... diamonds. Hope. Pearl flushes- scents of the wash of Summers. Peach -brown malts- inebriation of puissance. Grains reaped, ablaze in Autumn afternoons. Stoked, ground into mealy givings. Marl nectare, fertility. Corollas of heaven- O'Keefe.