polly plucks off
her scarlet handkerchief
when august nights
bloom moonlight
and daylight beats longer
than its predecessor.
its veins dry up
and shifts from
a confused orange
to a mellow yellow
while the skin shrivel up
into a sober ginger.
she's lonely
when the wind howls
and snakes its fingers
through her hair.
then polly closes her eyes
and haikus will sprout
in watercolors.
she tastes snowflakes
on tiled rooftops
while the chimney's smoke
dances barefoot in puddles,
and she's somewhere upstairs
looking out the window
scrying icicles in stills.
Bronze trophy winner
Adding your comment:
lol
I don't believe you can write three awesome poems in one day 
share the muse, Hamronie, don't be shell fish! 
. Once again, great ending, and I think you put just the right amount of the darker meaning in it 
, even though I dunno entirely what it means 
. I just know that it read well and I like the words!
