pale sky the color of champ-ale
golden dragon pursue an ivory tail
that bodes as well for boats
to sail the coasts those embedded
ruby eyes the fire roars the angels sigh to dive into seas of clouds
not asking for a reason why the dawn
is quick to humble hearts as swells will drench our summer hides till
autumn-seabirds laugh take a bath
proud to call out loud their
fresh fish dinner catch-all is well into the
winter where souls
at the right hand of God peer back over the green-colored Earth
onward upward anointed
somewhere in summer it’s snowing
in the rose garden of my drawing.