Orbiting Monet

Her heart was a watercolor foyer. Drifting about eddies-beneath fatal falls. Wishing away the violets, morning roses and midnight glories. Fading mist-stained beating. Her loves inheriting the aromas percolating from her water garden mind. Those who thought they knew her, stood high upon crystal browed shores. Slinging burning stones and bits of bone. Summing up her life in bold font quips... She was that-she was this. Green viper bitten -black moon kissed... As her final pallet faded, blackbirds escaped her brilliant veins. Time greedily sweeps the gild to gray... The thrashers scattering her starry soul. Into the misty orbit of Monet.