Decadence of Days.

Decadence of days,
howling of the kennelled dog, 
now silent, 
sun overnight segued into drear sky, cold air…..
and my hair? 
Dreary too, 
yet my blue eyes settle upon 
brilliant blue Hyacinths in the garden,
blooming deliciously, like blue chocolate,
unrapped, ready to be mauled outrageously!

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