Glowing like tiny tangerine suns,
splashing the desert landscape with bursts of citrus hues,
as if they were creamsicles melting in the summer heat,
swept up into ice cream truck melodies,
they twirl and pirouette, cradling my heart in a sweet, wistful embrace.
A sun-kissed apricot mallow,
a serenade of sugary delights,
swaying in a sunlit tango with the breeze,
its melody, gently warming and sage-filled,
composes an enchanting, fleeting symphony
that dances across the golden sands.
Laura Stone