Sunflowers following Dawn,

Daffodils, imbued her shade,

Canaries sipping with hay straws;

Marigold-hued lemonade.

Middle, bland, in-between.

Overlooked, rarely seen.

Many shades but hidden too.

Standard, neutral, desaturated hue.

Evil’s cloak,

wicked thoughts,

holes in space that consume,

gloomy nights,

witches’ hats and tombs.

A catyclysmic explosion of the natural world, radiating leaf, warmth and earth.

It is life.

Crisp breeze

Not yet raked by rays

Breathing . . .

Gently tugs the tide

Cerulean ocean waves,

The sky's usual aqua hue,

Cobalt shade of abject loneliness,

Always there

A magical mixture of madness, inspiration, dream, creativity,

and an uncompromising, bitter taste of blackberries.

Love's first blush upon pale cheeks

Ballet slippers with matching tights

Marches for women's rights

Autumn leaves in the breeze.

Pumpkin faces cause unease.

Setting sun guarantees,

A frightful Halloween.