Rustle of black crinoline brushes the tangy scent of tea.
White cranes fly across her breasts.
She breathes the day.
Tulips, daffodils, and calla lilies there.
She exhales her pale self amid blossoms.
The new leaves on the trees
are a sieve of jade light.
Her body chiaroscuroed.
The day’s speckled show cannot stop her
pitching filament into black.
Photo Credit: Stewart Ferebee