Gaping yellow
petals,
white riots
surrounding sunken
hearts.
On the bank
nondescripts,
in the field
I-spies.
Green leaves
of grass
and white
dandelion
Partitioning
a meadow
far back
from the road.
So much
that the sun
must find shadow
to rest
In summertime
all the time
Leaving an abode
of nothing
but dark
illuminance.
While long
purple fingers
and lovelace
tulip tree
Turn to a season
in the sun
And a lost one
such as me.