Florida-Deviants

I Didn't Make it to the Beach in Time The morning awakens with fierce fuscia fingers,            Clawing with a hunger at the tail end of night –                      Blue mystique blushes and melts                                                                as the spectrum is savaged:                                             Bolts of bold color raking the canopy,                               Dripping in the brilliance of halos and innocence                               Refracting with resonance to purple and gold. Hunkered on haunches,     The world waits in silence as I watch in awe          Dazzled as the crown&rsquo