fierce sleet
The sky is so clear and blue
with the clouds swallowed by both ears,
it appears when you peer through the tower viewer
and the giver of both inserting coin for color
Love is a dove of dozen flights
hard to maneuver the wind to a kite
to these strings attached to wedding rings
like the buzz of bees through nicotine.
There are fires in fields of flowers frolicking,
douse it more the downing pour of rain
or let it crawl by parasitic herbicides,
side by side you wonder how it rides.
What is true must be held together by glue
and not get lost in the perfect swirls of fondue,
the sky may not always be clear
so the ship must sail and prepare for derail.
torpid warren
cerulean birch
cyan spear