Cozy daisies, sleepy bees

For a class, I had to write a paradelle. If you've never written one, look it up and give a try. A real writing challenge!

Cozy Daisies, Sleepy Bees

Sigh. Sleepy morning coffee and baby pink silk wrapped around shoulders. 

Sigh. Sleepy morning coffee and baby pink silk wrapped around shoulders. 

No more coffee, no more silk; goosebumps from their absence. 

No more coffee, no more silk; goosebumps from their absence. 

Absence, wrapped around sleepy goosebumps, 

Coffee, pink silk, no more, sigh. 

Smile. Heavy eyelids in the garden, peeking out, seeing daisies. 

Smile. Heavy eyelids in the garden, peeking out, seeing daisies. 

Glowing bees kissing the full flowers, they lick golden pollen off of their lips,

Glowing bees kissing the full flowers, they lick golden pollen off of their lips. 

Flowers smile, golden daisies peeking out, 

The glowing garden full of bees, kissing the eyelids. 

Yawn. The moon crawls up in the inky sky, painting the stars, tiny heartbeats.

Yawn. The moon crawls up in the inky sky, painting the stars, tiny heartbeats. 

The bedsheets smell of soft yellow sunlight, leftover from the summer sun. 

The bedsheets smell of soft yellow sunlight, leftover from the summer sun. 

Crawls up the sky, the inky moon, the stars,

Heartbeats of the summer sun leftover, painting the soft bedsheets. 

Baby pink bees, painting the sky, tiny golden heartbeats, they smile. 

Absence of the yellow bedsheets; more goosebumps, more coffee, 

Silk wrapped around sleepy daisies, soft flowers, they yawn, 

Summer sun pollen on their lips, golden kissing, smile, 

Painting the inky eyelids with the moon, 

The stars peeking in the garden, sigh. 

Author's Note

For a class, I had to write a paradelle. If you've never written one, look it up and give a try. A real writing challenge!