Easter Eggs and Seashells
Like Easter eggs and seashells,
I collect them
scattered dubloons in gypsy gold
Brushstrokes of verse by hands more able
to decorate, and brighten
My barren table
Bountiful fruit from other fields
As smiles compel,
As lament heals
They are the beauty I borrow
The flowers I water
They are gems of titian embers
The ascension
Of alpine timbers
They are starshine's lilac eclipse
A caravan of kinship
At my fingertips.
12/5/19
Copyright © Michelle Faulkner | Year Posted 2019
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