I'd been caught up in the middle, of one of those awful days,
When nothing seems to go right, with glitches and delays.
I was having a rough day at work, and the boss was now irate;
Golden stars tell the story, of still, night's glory,
Twinkling and flashing, in the hours of dreams,
Long after the dazzling sunset, a black cherry,
Full moon's lovely as it's pouring, satiny cream.
I dreamed of purple
all through last night's sable hours
in a sunset world
butterflies on blooms-
a tango with destiny
in daylight colors
I will admit I was a tightwad, though that fact shames me now,
As never changing mountains, often colorful mists will allow!
I never meant to be unkind, but only endeavored to be practical,
Into the woods I strolled one day, with my twin sister,
For if I had left her behind, I'd surely have missed her.
We were looking for wild strawberries, but we got lost,
Under the warm sun shining, as breezes blew very soft.
down in the meadow
flowers bloom in all colors
and butterflies reign
Deepest lapis lazuli earth of bluest skies,
Sparkling rich treasure of the Milky Way,
With colorful dawns and ruby butterflies,
We must nurture our world so it will stay.
bright pink fingernails
a straw hat low on her brow
cool in sunglasses