Stifled In Red
Daisies dance, dainty
Where the wisterias waltz -
On verdant canvases.
Clouds, overcast, drift
Greeted by the Morning Star,
Wisping and whirling.
Through their open beaks,
Resting on mahogany,
The wrens hum softly.
Through thick glass, she peers
at grassy, emerald plains,
behind foggy panes.
Old Robin, red-breast
Sits and rests behind the veil,
Stagnant and stunted.
Her flat crimson chest,
A hollow, empty chamber
Now void of her breath.