Zephyr

 

Claude Monet, Woman with a Parasol, Madame Monet and Her Son

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Sun-soaked grasses tangle
With mottled teal blades
Frolicking all together
While buttercups gambol

Startled skirts skitter
Twist this way and that
Folding between blues
Dipping in purple and white

The jade parasol pines
For a place in the sky
Canopy spread wide
Bobbing like a buoy

Rippling clouds gleam
Rich with silver and pearl
Rolling in summer waves
Rollicking across the sun

So the breezes twirl
Whisking through clover
Puffs of ivory and cornflower
Fluttering with the wind

 

Written for dVerse.