i.
Dawnburst, piercing pomegranate stained windows.
Morning comes to the church of red ink,
Now burdened with royal purple flowers.
ii.
Sungold, dripping along every honeycomb wallflowering.
Goldenhour slips into the house of the tiger,
Now bloomheavy with lilies.
iii.
Silvershard, spearing needles into soft damp earth.
Witchinghour falls upon a country of gardens,
Flourishing a dizzy array of petals.
iv.
Homestruck and lovely,
I watch the world’s I’ve built succumb to growth,
Vessels each, for prettythoughts and sprouting flora.