FRAUDULENT DAY:

Oh what a fraudulent day you are conning me into thinking it spring. It is a metalic shining day today. Cerridwen silverly smiling at diamond stars whilst clinging onto titanium sky, knowing her hours are numbered. The bold iron mountain echoes the tinny voices of distant gulls. Murano-glass sea caressed by gossamer breeze, lies still & patient, not knowing in which season she lies. Platinum beach adorned with opal pebbles glistening in early morning syrupy, lemon-drop sunshine. Day emerges, birds atwitter, butterflies flitter, bronze, copper & metalic mulberry, & my heart aflutter. Is this Spring? no, just a brief fling, the last of marigolds, bourganvilla & lavender blue. The world is bathed in golden light but I know it is fleeting & cheating, but who am I to complain?