Under a sky of celadon Poem, by Amy Michelle Mosier, at My poetic side

Under a sky of celadon

I watched bees huddle

In frenzied expectation

Of riding a flaxen petal.

Lupine and globe mallow

Danced about while sage

Waved at me from below -

Comprising my entourage.

I saw pale butterflies mingle

Within dewy creosotes

Then came an argent gale

Which tugged at their cloaks

And then - the drape shifted

But my vision proves true -

A celadon echo gifted

To me that sunny interlude.

Under a sky of celadon