Sandpiper Meade

such a slippery sky! why

find your inner ruby

diamonds blow around you

shades of shadows float

broken by buttercup will

copper kettles and green tea wiles

trip into a heavy darkness

within pale willow boughs

singing sand arises

nearer to lakes below

nuclear snow, feel the glow

of higher mountains

true winds before rocky forms of thyme

survive the misery of peach

hailstorms form on me

land on a fiery maple bud

dissolving hope of former moons

simple hazy window dreams

glory seen better days

dissolving fives into myth and mystery

karma working overtime

open your eyes to lemons

feel the saviour of twilight

sinking into the quicksand

dawn tiptoes on silver wings

rare beauty beholds me

topaz breathes down to frost

clean air behind the dew

raining on a sea of light

the second little world that is me

the end