Golden.
It crawls.
Overflowing the ***
through the railing’s gaps.
A single bud is born -
Clinging to its sheath-like leaves
as viridian fingers reach for the sun.
The day bleeds to night as stars shift.
Buds bursting from the vine, exploding in vibrant colour.
Reds, oranges, yellows, greens, azure, violet and indigo dresses pirouette;
Soaking up the elements surrounded by Lepidoptera fluttering on the breeze