WRITE THE WORLD REVIEW ARCHIVE

I drink the elderflower air,
poured by the 4am sky,
untouched by eyes.
I try to bottle up my true Summer morning.

The dawn mosquitoes turn to Mozart,
and the sun fills the cracks in the leaves,
like ginger beer,
evoking the fizz of the apple trees.

I sit upon the countertop,
the one beside the open window.
A mulled tangerine breeze,
soaks the distant cathedral chime.

The chaffinch shares the same nectar.
He giggles and wades with the lavender,
chest red and rusted from the Winter,
now revived to an aurora peach.

A stained glass imprint on the kitchen floor,
casted by the shadow of a vase,
forming a gargoyle shape.
Sunlight fills in the gaps.

I cannot believe that Winter will come again.

Contemplating as to whether,
black coffee suits the weather.
But I’m still full of elderflower,
and sparkling ginger beer.