Colours
Colours
It’s almost March and Spring will come
To brighten daisies in the sun,
As tinted buds around my gate
Will soon wear garlands, I await.
As yellow pours down upon their bodies,
Softly caressing every curve,
To rise in sweet thrills of fantasies
Then down the limbs , a golden swerve.
When hues of morn begin to croon
Their rhythm to cycle’s fortune
Oh daisies in the sun, I’ll hear
The lambent glow of Spring’s premiere!
Colours Contest of Shadow Hamilton
posted 2/8/2014
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2014
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