Is It Just Wind In The Leaves

Finally able to visit the garden of Poetic Bloomings! today's prompt You Come To My Senses

Silver snicker in a flicker of green tossed with gold

Blurs the sheen where what has been turns everybody old

And what we thought was not anything much at first, we see

When all is said and done is spun in shades of you and me

The color of your smile becomes the colour of my tears

Where flower-flavored summers strum the dust of yester-years

And turns the idle mind into a colorful cascade

Of echo-tinted floats in a behind-closed-eyes parade

© Janet Martin