Perfect Day Quatern

So quickly gone our perfect day, softly fading in ombre gray; we loved, lying in grasses sweet, mist mountain shrouded and discreet. Pink pearled the clouds like china clay-- so quickly gone our perfect day-- dangled above the mountain rim; pearled the wine kisses I offered him. We strolled hay scented meadows, fair; he laced white daisies through my hair; so quickly gone our perfect day for night swooped down, dark bird of prey. Sometimes a day almost like that makes me wistful, heart acrobat contriving to return that way, so quickly gone our perfect day. Copyright, January 23, 2016