Red Sun
soaring high
huge fireball
taste of cinnamon
the red sun...rising...a bull’s cape
the yellow sky and
the peppermint grass,
in variance
huge countenance, with goose-eyes and snowy-cloud beard
yellow oozes
red leaks
into rivers and creeks
like a colored pen...liberating ink
click of Spring
blossoming
with blue hills and tangerine wings
lavalike falls of grace transfixed by the only sun
2/4/2018
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2018
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