clover-cloud sky. We journey,
jars open, leaves spilled; giggle
-ghost our most drizzle-dreamed
stillness. Flicker me storm
-peppered fear, the dear
-dawn way green twists rosebreeze. Whisper
-curl my long-lulled scarsong, breath
sparked, shadowsound. Shimmer
spring journey, echo-melted cue.
This is The One With All the Words for today’s Quadrille.