Reflection

Reflection There are screeches of passion white wings scratch against the skyline. Pastels implode and deepen as they seep through the air, clinging to canvas. Sunlight falls, thick and fast like fresh honey. It sticks to the ground. Cathedral windows stand proud, devouring adoration from pilgrims. Hymns are sung silently. Pink skirts adorn the flowers, drunken bumbles fall aimlessly from stem to stem. Breezes tip-toe with the freshness of bolly, searching abandoned fields. The stream crawls and kicks in places, mirroring the brazen beauty, a cherry on my cake.