Rapid Rapid,

The summer sun found reds, browns in each strand;
A painted canvas; flaxen umber strings.
Orchestral fabrics, cellos sussurant;
Branches chuchotent, foliage sings.

The wind found waves, curls, loops in every lock;
Beneath the waves, ocean currents rush
Entire seasons by; a rust-brown brook
That flickers seaward, rhythmic to the touch.

The mid-day warmth found spaces within
And ran its fingers through, unable to choose,
Pausing on cheeks: gleaming, red, bold.

A glance found a smile, and a kiss, a face; in
The colors of the earth, enfolded
Delightfully among tangles, a muse.