with her painted gaze
of striped marmalade
sips champagne. Tulips with
their swollen heads bite red

licorice skies into shreds. Lilies
trumpet their repose on a thorny
crusted crimson rose. A dancing
breeze blows by, taking whiffs

of momma's apple pie. It’ sitting
on the windowsill catching morning's
autumn chill. A painting of the
afternoon is strewn with golden

leaves and bushy tails of grey. They
ricochet from tree to tree playing
a game of hide and seek. The buzzing
honeybee is flirting with

my drink. And in a wink the scene
has turned to wood burned fires
and cold powdery nights. Just right
for a glass of wine and candlelight.