My Maroon Secret

My maroon cuff has a secret,
A million birds that fly
Burgeoning in the air.

Golden specks are bright exploding stars
Swiveling around the edge
Teetering on the brink.
Plummeting.

A flock of time dances
In the entwining trees
Touching the waves
Crumbling the flourishing feathers.

A vivid flash of wings I see
With butterflies that grow
A burst of tottering nymphs
Rasping for a whispering breath.