Poetry in April -- in celebration |
| The color of delight is amber like the perky forsythia bush waking up the backyard into spring for daffodils to bloom rapt in awe, butterflies to float on wings of yellow dust, pollen shaking free to push for life such as baby chicks dipping beaks in ground corn and canaries crooning arias with lyrics blurred. And as you search to find me when I am lost in the wind, amber sparkles in your eyes to lift me up high to catch the sun. ======= Prompt: explore the color of an abstraction |