Blind

Sunsets' skies drape silk colors of the Spring, dropping crayola crayon tints on the water- color of Summer's sweet dreaming. The soft velvet lips of kissed garden roses close, bend before the night. Winds race billowy bursts across the chilled blue of Fall, and the birds take flight. The webs of stripped branches are stark against smudges of a seagull tincture.Trees are like carved Spirits; they finger the bone white of Winter's display. The Charms of Spring ooze fertility, scents caress as life uncoils. Sunrises' milkweed strokes of buttery grapefruit hues dress the wings of morn'.