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.
A catyclysmic explosion of the natural world, radiating leaf, warmth and earth.
It is life.
Standing on tiptoes,
I yearn
to reach higher
than clouds
blooming
in jeweled blossoms.
Evil’s cloak,
wicked thoughts,
holes in space that consume,
gloomy nights,
witches’ hats and tombs.
Cerulean ocean waves,
The sky's usual aqua hue,
Cobalt shade of abject loneliness,
Always there
Crisp breeze
Not yet raked by rays
Breathing . . .
Gently tugs the tide
Love's first blush upon pale cheeks
Ballet slippers with matching tights
Marches for women's rights
A magical mixture of madness, inspiration, dream, creativity,
and an uncompromising, bitter taste of blackberries.
The deepest shade of night,
It is mourning,
An abyss,
It is nothing;
Yet everything
