In the distance, a siren breaks into my sense of disarray.
Angles of quilted thoughts swirl inside my coffee.
Raindrops gently dialogue-ing in a musical array,
While nature marks itself in an imaginary way.
Tinted days, shifting petals, waterfalls and gentle splashes.
Wind-tilted bits of spring wearing shoe laces of many colours.
Zigzagging landscapes tied neatly with yellow sashes,
Amid a soft ambered season, and a fireplace's grey ashes.
Nature recycles my soul in collars of ethereal reflection
Thru pixilated dreams, and white fingers of stray clouds
Kites of birds gliding against a sky-blue complexion
Window sills with apple pies for nature's resurrection
Wordless blessings forming early mornings and spring
A diluted creaking porch swing facing white gardenias
Washed in sunlight flickers in a hazy sort of ring
My thoughts shift to church bells and a red bird's wing
