Sun on the Daisies
The pale blooms rise,
Sprout from the meadow;
Sails of tall ships,
Casting their shadow.
This spring morning,
Beneath warm sunshine,
Its soft breezes
Caress like white wine.
And her face,
Clinging to winter's paleness,
Yet awash in summer's naescent glory.
Lines and curves
Whispering of newly-minted dreams.
No obstacles; just lost in the story.
In dancing flight,
Spring birds paint the sky.
Amid tall grass;
Waltzing butterflies.
The clouds stopped,
Forgotten, lazy.
The day simply
Sun on the daisies.