Sounds of Color
A blazing field of screaming daffodils
Adorn the rolling country hills
A fresh cover of new spring grass
Atop the highest of boisterous meadows
Now amplified by orangey-yellows
Trumpets orchestrate a glorious blast
As a symphony of shouting dales adorn
The bulbs of chorus whites now singing
Do laugh away the warm sun light's morn
I become pompously fat like a busy buzzing bee
To inhale this spring filled clamor
The yellows and blacks parade each bouquet
Allowing my ears to hear each whisper
As ruby throated hummers wiz along the wigwag fields
To suckle all the orange and yellows
I stop to lie among this splendid sound of color
Which gives me all reason to hum cheerfully along
Copyright © Mark Goodson | Year Posted 2013
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