Morning’s flush frothing on wings of butterflies, moments smeared with…
Fuddled leaves twirl to gravityslurping tree’s dense dark blushing in blotchy copper toned down…
A Prose Poem
A brook rushes down the rouged, rhythmic smile to plunge into sparkle of eyes, veins; retina; iris…
Color-drenched brush touches pores of paperit shies away then ripples with rapturea…