She hums with cool beauty,
her whispered notes a silver stream
where trout-stars swim, or so I dream–
roof-fiddler in sky-blue; red-dawn’s flight
through charcoal-grey, the sight
of honeyed light
as winter goes, and now–
flowers color-pop their petal-heads, stand
to say hello
For Quadrille Monday at dVerse, where De asks us to use some form of the word go in a poem of 44 words.