It's Still Life

Spill a Cloud of Cream

This is the flower side of town.
Spring pastels to tease your eyes,
turn freezing blasts to prosper green.
We sprout from winter’s frozen ground,
into season’s route, and as months fly by
you’ll live with me, spring serene.
Stay, and I’ll read you widow’s poems.
We’ll linger long in a phantom dream,
where yes, stars fall in blueing skies,
and wild swans take freedom’s roam.
We’ll spill a cloud of cream.

(edited 17/4/22)

Written for NaPoWriMo Day 16: A Curtal Sonnet of 11-lines (abc abc dcb dc) Photo by peter bucks on Unsplash. ©Misky 2022 Shared with #amwriting #glopowrimo #napowrimo on Twitter