Origami Tempest
Iridescent sprinklers
hiss to life;
a flock of birds erupts
in origami tempest.
Serrulated wings shimmer,
rising from the grass
in tawny ribbons
of serpentine rippling.
A gust of smoke,
they waft in liberation
of fickle breezes
as a school of fish
in saffron-draped ocean
undulates
with fickle currents,
then disappear an illusion
into cyan sky.
Copyright © Dale Gregory Cozart | Year Posted 2018
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