Paisleys, et cetera
From a nest of crows lay a red robin
That we saw develop from an amber to a passion.
A spirit animal that flies free from the misery
Swimming in the sky vertically
From backwards to frontwards,
Curving with ease
In the sunsets of Purple and Pink
From Ice Blue to the Orange Papaya whip
wings threading the needle of the seas
Marveling in Springtime heavens
Only to depress in your cup nest covered by January frost.
Bind your ribbons to an ironclad bend
resting your tarsus in the blanket of snow,
and dream with your culmen,
Drinking in the rewards of the March air,
only shades are left to conquer.