“Spring Percolates”

Pear tree blossoms
as the stars,
packed into constellations
individual as the eye,
purity of milk and diamonds,
whitecaps of oceans

into another dream,
lost moments found,
forgotten tales
of skeletal branches
putting on fat and flesh,
garbed in gowns of organza,
taffeta and voile,
of golden green,
magenta’s pink,
and crimson of the maples,
the stars

descend from the heavens,
dip into the tin paint
gallons of the rainbow,
morph into manifold
forms  of delight,
crayola of corollas
upon the vibrant grass.

by D. G. Vachal © 2013