Poetry

[Torrere]

This is a few months old.

Azure, violet, copper, scarlet, rose, mauve, maroon
Every sunset color, both the cheerful and the sad,
each hue is manifest within a fibrous bloom,
resting gaily atop a verdant lily pad

Betwixt a fluted cave of granite grand,
the wind croons a contralto reverie.
Lay and loll upon the soft sorrel sand
and gaze upon the flowers of the sea.