Following in the ravaged wake
Of this sudden savage storm,
I reach out to catch rainbows
Of glistening gossamer,
Left floating aimless,
And lost,
In streams of soft plumes rising,
Parachuting secret messages,
From heavenly fires,
Now dormant;
Poised sunflakes,
Or perhaps the loving tears
Of a woodland nymph,
With the sweet scent
Of fresh fun-filled flowers,
Drifting away.
(CBB Aug 2011)
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