Kennings

 Day 20

nature - boy he was not
he liked to view the earth-painting
with his nose pressed to the glass

safe from pony -mounds
and biting  buzz-bings
he took pleasure in
watching her smile

a smile that
purple-blued the plumbago
into a richer hue of
symphonie pastorale

he counted himself as lucky
to be riding on those strong wings