Sun meets the ground

The sun meets the ground,

Warm ray and flutter tracing

Bright yellow regards. 

Lady at the Thrift

  What divine puffed sleeves!

Just who are you, milady?

Grace of the Thrift Store. 

 

Regretfully, I didn't purchase said lady from the glass case, but I did poem her elegance into verse. She seems like a "Cordelia" to me.

 

Amber Cut

Sun-aurous August,

Sky-heavy spear light slanting 

Clean as amber cut. 

~*~

Hold my last wish, please! 

There's only a whisper left, 

Dazzled by desire.