Member Poem

For one moment,one scintilla,
or a blinding flash I thought I saw,
my crimson glory drift effortlessly,
upon the four  leaf clover meadow,
statue in some ice floe crystal zephyr,
mustard yellow dress in fine full fig,
a loved one’s kiwi scent linger,
fragrant and deodorizing waft,
vernal plots or so it seemed,
cherry blossom tones that flit,
and float across tilted eardrum,
morning queen eternal that,
splashed across horizons,
but these were vacant only,
blue-sky musings whims,
memories of an iridescent orb,
whose grand tsunami zest,
sent seismic waves before,
her sudden and untimely exit,
bequeathed sumptuous enigma