fields of trumpet playing daffodils
skipping in a cornflower sky,
fireworks like the fourth of
July. Each diamond drop of April rain

tasted like strawberry champagne. I
had Christmas every day under
the evergreens and frolicked
and made angels in the snow. So,

tell me now where did you
go? You ripped the stripes off my
candy cane. You've shown me cherry
blossoms of bubble gum blowing

trees, then you fell away
like the autumn leaves. How does
a flora and fauna forest turn into
a blinding dust storm in the

desert? Where are the fawns
and the sweet songs of the brown
thrasher? I did not spot your matte
black hues. Now my greens are milky blues.