bright metaphors
of sound and
freckled light
splash
over rosy cheeks,
feathers and
hips of roses
hide
in timid brome
stands
while
bees scramble
and swinging
cling
to wild rose
petals

sweet painted
monarchs
and tiniest
cobalt blue
micah flakes
wing past
woven
dandelions and
silvered
wolf willows 

resilient
jagged sandstone
planes
rest easy
beside
pebbled streams
of ropey water
and
my shimmering
lines casts
a  flashing arc
across
life’s surface 

Barbara