[Moodpoems: Calendar of Correlatives]
I
The sky shines slick with the sun's oily gold,
swabs of cloud slide by, sopped and aureoled.
II
The spring lion yawns from a snooze, nonplussed
tassle-tail powdered with buttercup dust.
III
A bright blare startles the garden's stubble:
a tulip stem trumpets out a loud red bubble.
IV
Stone to stone a glittering brook careens,
its quicksilver splashing like tambourines.
V
A bullfrog flops on the mocha pond's flood;
tadpoles waddle through fundamental mud.
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