Sky of robin egg blue
splits; zigzags crack across its shell,
spill sun, a yellow yolk, a glue
uniting buttercup and gorse.
Midas rays riffle ponds and pools,
spark mayfly nymphs that break
the surface like gilded bubbles
in their ghostly mating rituals.
Sunlight joins the dance,
dives into chickweed,
surfaces to gleam
on slippery emerald moss,
into a dusk of forest green.
Kim M. Russell, 2017
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A poem for dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night