At pale of dawn beneath a faded sky
In context apropos implicitly
Beyond the grasp of mere felicity
A stirring, slow but sure to catch the eye

Now one by one, all quivering and flushed
Sounds light and timorous, resolving to
An even pulse resounding through and through
They each arise beneath the morning hush

A group indeed, but one defying name
Each entity discordant from the last
A counted many, writhing, seething mass
In hues of crimson, cinnamon, cherry, and flame

And fin’lly, formless, flutter off unseen
In search of lines to col’r themselves between.

Part of Poem-a-Day 2015. Title donated by Ashley G.

This entry was posted on September 04, 2015 and is filed under Creativity. Tags: Poetry, Sonnet, Poem-a-day 2015