Rise

I float – bob, bob – dip and drift

in a silk lined balloon

apricot, lime, and amethyst

pooling against the clear cerulean sky.

Secured tight to the colors

by the soft chiffon of starlight

held up by the blazing fire of my dreams.

Rising high.

Written for dVerse

Winter's Demise

Crystals of ice

Are the birth of spring

As they seep

Melting away

From the sun’s fatal ray

Buried in the ground

Moist crumbles of soil

Where the crocus

Rise from their graves

Green shoots first

Then purple heads

And the daffodils

Bloom yellow

 Written for dVerse

Miniature Castle

I don’t need a very big castle

I wouldn’t have time for all the hassle

Just one tall tower and some turrets will do

Set with stained glass to let the light through

In gold-red peacock splatters on the stairs

I don’t ask for much; just a small castle fair

With fuchsia lilies floating in the moat

Chambers and halls that I’d devote

To the burnished leaves of books

Or singing skeins of yarn tucked in paneled nooks

Large enough for every story ever spun

Large enough to hold the wealth of the sun

Where calico cats will purr on plaited rugs

Just a miniature castle quaint and snug

Written for dVerse