Shimmering silver globules
Like painted teardrops
That leak
Onto her once silken wings
Fading echoes
Of fanfares
From a now distant past
Where she once glided along
On the soft zephyr breezes
Of a warm Summers day
Now she is caught
In tumultuous crosswinds
Floating haphazardly
Like a drunken wasp
Or a fallen Autumn leaf
Yet she smiles
At her halcyon days
Of sunshine
And the nectar of life's promises

by Jemia