Jo Santoro Cialkowski
Saffron flame had dimmed.
In bleak dolor and agonized tears
A flight of stars wept.
And where the ravens' leer smoldered
No flare. How then the specter fled? Riant crystal rill chimed.
Primrose medallions danced.
Dawn's coral eyes cradled. Smiled. Dew.
Spangled amber field. Tantalized emerald
Dazzled opalescent lake in satin lily dream