Curious eyes fall upon the wondrous, wild skies.

Creative colors litter a canvas stretched in every direction.

Charming clouds shadow Heaven, painting a sacred sunrise.

Blazing petals orbit the peculiar paths that thread through blue.

Beguiling blossoms bear their last breath as the biting winter blinds them.

Besprent with rustic raindrops, the sunrise becomes sheathed in dense dew.

Pink peonies, purple petunias, and poetic pansies dance in open grass.

Perennials full of busy bumble bees buzz with winter stress.

Pallad plants bleed beau blue, reflecting genteel shades of glistening glass.

Melting mirrors run through marshes, reflecting acoustic autumn days.

Magnanimous moonlight manifests waves like birds building biomes comfortably.

Morning glory allows beams of soaked sunlight to bounce off baikal bays.

He handed me flowers drooping like teardrops

And I watch them cry from death.

I mistrustfully spy on summer with one open eye

As I lean in with my last breath.