The old photos of my big floppy straw hat
Wrapped in cascading scarves of sunburned orange:
Random stars stained brilliant bleeding red.
An explosion of flying feathers, a peacock's magnificent tail.
The colors in these memories have since been blurred,
Softened to deep comforting sepia tones.
Your soft blanket strewn among the purple phlox.
Our laughter still echoes in my mind, a ringing churchbell.
You gave me a bouquet of honeysuckle and yellow jasmine,
With a few dandelions thrown in for good measure.
Promise hung about us like young spring leaves.
Locusts sang in the trees and we had peach cobbler for dessert.

My first poem, pirated by Scarlet Ibis by James Hurst. It's not the best I've done, but it's by far not the worse. I love the use of colors I did. I'm so vain. :)