Sweetstart Day

Lapcalm stirs soft purples 
into the cupmorning
portmanteau showtells
nothing to grey or hide

choices, silent voices
listen to nose, nays
late summer springfall
swears itself in

inaugurated: a representation
of an image of a mirror of a season
too abstract to feel the rain for the coat
while inside is too comfortable

to consider aleaf
as aloof as a left
whose relative turns cousin
at the first sign of drops.