the clouds different colors
against the sky, and
trees spectral borders,
and wings dusk-dyed, radial.
Laughter split a smooth
soft surface, linen
edges fingered by rippling
winds, pushing waves.
A brook is alit
by elfulgence, mini grey
mountains erupt shades
of dusty moth wings,
and cool heavens inundate
the porousness of Spring.
Sunday evening,
the clouds different colors
against the sky, and
trees spectral borders,
and wings dusk-dyed, tauten.
Fractures split a smooth
soft surface, linen
edges fingered by rippling
winds, pushing waves.
A brook is alit
by elfulgence, mini grey
mountains erupt shadss
of dusty moth wings,
and cool heavens inundate
the porousness of Spring.
Author Bio:
Jennifer Cahill acquired a master's degree in Administrative Studies from Boston College. She has taken several writing classes at The Writers Studio and Gotham Writers Workshop. She has published a Chapbook, "Sojourner" (2010) and "October Sunlight, in the Evening" (2011) in Dark Matter, an online literary journal. She enjoys reading and music.