Tag poetry

Kicking away the leaves by strutting she's nothing less than Peter Pan.

Dapper and delicate branches bend softly, avoiding the wrath of the city.

As she serves them, she knows that soon, they will be overly warm.

Birds in branches, peacocks preen.

I paint in orange desire, he in glorious gold.

The sunflowers shine with crooked teeth. Miniature versions of suns.

He, the complicated cause of me. Never, ever easy. Too similar or simply opposites.

Toast with zing, cut diagonally, sugar and cinnamon-candy for breakfast.

Clinging, the kitchen remembers my world in black and white, damn the color.