Calypso fairy slipper

another wagging tongue,

deceptive fairy slipper

draws and pulls the sun.

on last hope, spring ambles in

with carpets of wildflowers 

dragging from her hem.

jetstream supercells blow

a six-inch layer of topsoil

as raindrops wake the turmoil

thinly disturbing seed show.

here comes spring’s flower monkey

with a trick of color no nectar.

on an ordinary octave Monday

ghosting redundant fog spectre

dripping like sweet honey,

her laughter disturbs punchlines.

broke and bitter dandelion breath

falls on deaf ears of city exigencies,

fades into arms of bluish-purple lupines.

far away from calla lily valley

yarrow and bursting poppies

with four ornate petals of golden carpets 

all oscillating in time’s soft reverie,

leave unique cloud formations behind

ocean-sourced and head into the understory.

beneath skywalks of living treetops 

Calypso hides from the show’s glory

of Solomon’s seal, mission bells, goldeneggs

suncups and ferns on the floor. 

Venus’s slipper bulb of no reward, 

its montane beards rejoice

in early spring’s words of choice.