Sunrise From A Breath Of Spring
From dawn's brightening
shelter behind taupe
and bleaching flint clouds,
a gun of sun flips out
and fires moonstones of light,
the only bullets that knocks open
winter's onyx door
into a tawny corridor of spring
redwood and raspberry colors.
its rose and sangria firing muzzle
is waved by a brown stock
with butt of tawny cloud,
as it bounces and slips off
a dark spray of smoke
filling the alabaster air below.
Rose flecks and maroon speckles
drift in to spray a scarlet patch.
And breathe out peacock
pansies behind morphos,
as other blue flecks in a gray sky
drift to make way for fingers
of light and phalanges of broken rays.
A bullet of rays is shot.
It rings out with a whispering
wind pushed by a gale
to sail and hover above clouds.
O ruby and rose-tailed ball
of light hurled and tossed
to pierce through silhouettes
of buildings and tall trees.
And swing across shamrock branches.
Painted buntings trailing
scarlet tanagers of cloud patches
bump against brittle twigs
and arched elastic branches
of light-swollen trees,
as sunlight glazes shrubs
with emerald, jade and lime silk.
A path is paved for sun's passage,
a wind pulling in carmine
pulling in a cream spray to roll in
with daisy patches of light.
And as the day is bleached
into satin and rib weaves
of cotton light, but at puffs
carrying thicker sun rays,
air wears a gray gown to float
with soot wings of an albatross,
is cream feathers flashing out
barking and croaking light
in the wind flying through tree leaves.
With cream and silver light
still bouncing in from a colorful
sky of woven and stitched sun
amid dandelion patches of its rays,
full morning lands with the wingspan
of an albatross in flight,
a toucan beak of a cloud croaking
in the wind, as it melts
into trees chiseled with pearl light
from brightening air's moonstones.