Theme: Nature


Clouds become circus clowns
and airplanes, and parades of
Pink tigers and blue elephants.

I watch as rabbits emerge out of magic hats
And find the edges of Oz,
Where hearts beat to the rhythm
Of a song about rainbows.

This morning the sky is particularly bright
And free of storms,
Only my thunderous applause
Echoes as I lie here.

For a moment I see a crimson throne
Sun-streaked and dazzling
As though inviting me to sit.


More By  :  Melanie Simms

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