|Pic from google|
Clear skies speckled with gold lace
Balancing the sun on its forehead
Shift and turn,
Carve strange scimitar rays on the road
Playful sparks…split my human heart!
The sensuous beams hover their translucent yellow
and suddenly drop in my eyes; keep still..
I fumble like a night-blind
Adjust my eyes to the slow ordeal
The cuckoos clumsily twitter in the sky…
It’s spring… I watch....
The blooms of Jacaranda and flame of the forest fight
Over the sun in the backyard
I listen hard to the susurration of the quivering gleams
heavy gold like fireburst settle on my face
I gulp it as I would grapes or lemon!