In a whirling, twirling, swirling tsunami
Of
interjecting
pastel
crimsons
A convoluted tornado of blissful disarray
as I act the role of spectator in this perfect storm.
Legions
of Russet sandalwood paper-cranes drift aimlessly and
Collectively swallow an emerald world with their amber wings as
An organized
Chaos of
Orange and
Yellow Euphoria
Is created beneath my feet.
With every Step I take. Every Kick. Stride. Glide. Jump. Twirl. Lunge. and Stroll.
Comes a
Crinkle. Rake. Shuffle. Breeze. Break. Snap. And Crack.
Even my breath, is equated by a phantom cloud,
Made temporarily visible only through my will.
And I
Watch as the sunlight begins to die
As the final flurry of leaves, fills the sky
As the perfect spectator. To the perfect storm.