Rhapsody In Red

When morning breaks in shades of wine... with claret skies to blush the dawn... I will stretch and yawn, and thank the night for this polished, apple day I will wait until the sun is high, where dew upon the rose is dry I'll have my cup, .. with toast and jam... then, make escape, ..........the quest begins, to seek my small reward It happens slowly... gathering reason from an untamed mind Up into the meadow where the brambles climb twisted and tangled, through burgandy vines while deftly my fingers, will probe the maze and reach for wild berries,.....warm from the haze Then, thumping their goodness, one after one into the bucket, dented and worn A search through thorns, a prick on my thumb till my back is ripe, and wet in the sun Finger painting my faded blue jeans Knowing my cheeks are flushing in pink Sucking sweet juice from two crimson thumbs Who cares a lick, of the thorns or a bee? I am a bee, buzzing serenity... plucking small bits of reason and sanity taking home goodness in a battered tin pail feeling alive, on a wild-flowered hill Tonight's sweet delight, is warm berry cobbler, oozing with goodness of juicy red gems staining my tongue, and turning lips scarlet dripping blood droplots onto my chin Yet never as splendid, or tasting as fine, as warmed by my smile, straight from the vine Picking red berries, and freeing my mind * * * * * * * * counting vermillion clouds that are spun then heading back home, with the red crimson sun _____________________________________ For Shadow Hamilton's Contest: "Colours" 5/4/13 Resubmitted to Skat's contest: