Theatrics Poem by William F Dougherty

[Moodpoems: Calendar of Correlatives]

I
The sky shines slick with the sun's oily gold,
swabs of cloud slide by, sopped and aureoled.

II
The spring lion yawns from a snooze, nonplussed
tassle-tail powdered with buttercup dust.

III
A bright blare startles the garden's stubble:
a tulip stem trumpets out a loud red bubble.

IV
Stone to stone a glittering brook careens,
its quicksilver splashing like tambourines.

V
A bullfrog flops on the mocha pond's flood;
tadpoles waddle through fundamental mud.