elise.writer

As a new dawn awakens may
The sun shower potential upon this new day
Shedding light upon grayed branches of slayed sprouts
Terminating their growth for the sake of
Economics and finances and appliances

Moonlight wisely peered at our circle
Glancing through the shadowed trees.
Tangles of bristles
Wove their way into this
Mangled clump of gray
Whom we offered the gift of our greatest breath.

It was one of those days
Bright sunshine illuminating
Misty, banana-yellow, dandelion-hued, sunflower-rayed beams
That danced
A delicate, floating dance
To a fragile, fluttering rhythm

Like the jumpy bumblebee
That tap dances on your forearm
Fuzzy clumps of fat stripes
Flitting away in surprise at the honk
The grueling, cluttered, abrupt honk
Of the school bus, slowing as it
Flashes its shining layers of paint