Meta Morphosis (RIP figure skating / hail and rain)
Trumpet leaves for a body with green
streamers, flowing with the wind.
This feeling spreads wings into the melting sun.
Dragon flies have plastic wings
that glitter their way up into the clouds.
An Azure sky enchants a field of Queen Ann’s Lace.
Small winged shadows of night
flutter waiting for the seeds below.
The green mazes of summer will spring forth.
The lace soothingly blows as
if it’s bringing in the tide.
In every snow flake something
majestic is trying to hide.
All these Queen Ann’s scattered
about in wild pride.
There are small crimson
jewels for the heart of lace.
High grass guards these treasures all around.
Thorns and bristles deceive
by living with the dirt.
The trees are so spindly growing by the field
But a spider weaves lace in the limbs.
A fragile but enchanted future.
Soon the grandeur will freeze and
vanish but reappear as if by magic.
God holds rule over it all.
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