rustling brown leaves on green grass.
Voices of Spanish bridesmaids
coo like mourning doves
mingle on winter breezes
with the caw of crows.
Balls bounce in the distance
while tiny flies rest by my words.
Thread like legs trace circles on yellow.
Wings turned prism in sunshine
expand between blue inked musings
sparkle like frost glazed windows.
Sun pierced wings suddenly flutter
fly off like thoughts
that barely touch the page.
©2007 Joanne Elliott