Lets try a new picture ... everybody, please feel free to join in!

Flight
Hazey yesterdays
nested within cunning lines,
taking a stand before the poet
to love every verse.
A rose feeds the garden
beyond the death of
unearthed clusters; and
statues posed by a bard
plant tomorrow's whitest flowers,
Writing wild like the evening
morning's muse chases
hummingbirds
through a flight of
poetic freedom.