another blossom sailsbyMy Erotic Trail©
Another butter colored morning bloom
as twighlight melts the night
over an ocean's lingering tail
a reflective waterway's colorful trail
woven through an entwined forest
of rolling hills, oaks and tall timbered pines.
Silence slightly flutter
when wings wave in a brisk wind,
waterfowl dive into the dawn
over cattails, mere shadow strings
along a thirsty lapping shoreline
the current's tempo adrift in time.
An aimless breeze casts blossoms to sail,
afloat in the river they'll pass away
and for those still flowering,
darkness is illuminated by the blue
when the sun begins to shine.