flibbertigibbets

on pulpits,

lucid with bliss,

gold, crimson and chartreuse,

a tricky weave

in thatched looms,

chirps tuned

to dulcet grace,

coy as they syncopate,

fragile as a drizzle

of satyrids,

murmur of aria, whirl

and frond.

fantasia of mince,

lilt-borne chimes,

troupe

of felicity,

young as breeze,

buoyant with glee,

irresistible

aerial

delectable

playful

flight.

by Chris Crittenden