Clouds melt through trees.
Sheltered rainbows reflect faces.
Hands cradle the brightness
of the sky dandelion’s face.
Sweet repose beneath locks of wind
tastes of crispy frost upon wet grass.
Feathers fill the sky, mimicking
dragonflies’ spider web wings.
Gentle streams of falling hues
impregnates soil on February mornings.
Snowy sparkle moistens Earth’s eyes.
Wisps of watercolor paint the clay
with subtle shades of blue.
The sky is falling mist that meets my wings.
My eyes can thus take flight.
– Intuitive Ginger