Apr 2017
small yellow bloom
swaying between the dawn and mist of dusk
her legs dance through the grass and pebbled bays
lichen clings to the trees, security in the ebb and flow
of the silver oyster moonβs face,
beaming, full-cheeked for now
but so very fickle tomorrow
when the storm breathes russet
and lightning splits the sky into violet mountain peaks
swaying between the dawn and mist of dusk
her legs dance through the grass and pebbled bays
lichen clings to the trees, security in the ebb and flow
of the silver oyster moonβs face,
beaming, full-cheeked for now
but so very fickle tomorrow
when the storm breathes russet
and lightning splits the sky into violet mountain peaks
i really don't know what to say about this little piece except that often in my moments of sadness, I get little glimpses of beauty in the form of a word or color. And yellow is something that I've found to be so simple but joyful. Especially lemon, there can be sweetness in moments of pain or sourness. A bright light in the darkness :)
