Swans
A pond quivers in demure gusts,
cygnets of morning light undulate
with lithe ripples. Winter thaws,
the sun arcs over feathered rainbows
as ice sculptures bevy like water lilies
on April's frigid cobalt.
In abrupt squall webbed feet prance
on a mirror, capturing saffron exhalations
of rapt poppies, a wild umbrella splayed
like tumultuous cumulus, ending a reflection
of snow angels promenading
in boundless cerulean.
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