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'.
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