Look-out Tree: A Senior Surreal Photo by Tara Swan (2012)

Perched on the oak On scraggly, reaching branches. Rough bark imprinting on bare leg Swing clock wise, look up and see the stars spin. Branches opened wide, Reaching for the kaleidoscope sky. Star fruits twinkle Along the orchard peeks they lie. The large globe opens Shedding its silver beams A cloud's wispy fingers Pluck the sphere from the midnight blue sky. Reflections of saturated shapes Stain the open ground, Crawling to reach the shadows, Peering into the dark. Peek through the doors. Look out of the screen stained window. Watch the hues from the kaleidoscope Slowly turn and change. A metamorphosis of color.