written by: LadyLily
A Spring-entranced day,
shades of slate-grey
dapple over exhausted Tulips,
whose petals flop to terracotta tongues.
Violet Violas dribble
as Snowdrops stitch tiny lanterns
over waxen snow,
crumbling to crystal-silver
to disappear into nothingness.
Greying layers of brushwork overlap
again, and again, until completely charcoal.
A darkness looms new tapestries
as sweet scents of Jasmine soak Cedar’s gold.
A shift in time,
subtle as a Siskin’s sigh,
wakes voice-full Wrens,
who babble like water poured from a vase.
Wide-eyed Blackbird breaks the silver silence,
orange dawn expels the ink of night,
spearing fiery rays of honeyed Sun,
sizzling infant Freesias.