Dressed in red

The sky was heavy with heat,
the night of heavyweight cotton candy clouds.
So the yard tree, blackbird sang,
and I began to sing it with
in concert arias.

I was the woman who came into the driveway
red skirts swaying.
I could not swallow my tears,
even though the night was beautiful, and wonderful.
Days of roasting cinnamon feet,
I walked my way forward.
Black hair swinging in the wind,
wildly waved tree branches between the wind.
I was the plethoric, shapely woman,
I had it a vibrant red lip.