Rays
opened the door
like the day before
and thought it was fall
standing there
but the breath was warm
wet with rain
sun’s been on siesta
but woke up yesterday
and walked around
with a palette and a paintbrush
and took to town
and followed a country road
like a steady stream
a dab of yellow fluttered by
lawns of green
stretched with imprints
petals ever shy
and the ladybug is back
on the launch pad
of my hand
TL