Don't fold up faster than the tide

Don't fold up faster than the tide when it snows. You are brown!
All silk scarf and the sofa's warm end. I have a plan for your life
just like the woman who walked past
and you laughed.

Is that your sister across the green door from us?
Well, why not? She hasn't taken her weather gear off yet, but
her coffee is open on the top.  Oh, hey barista!
Yes I'd like another.

Old man zigzag with two white ice cream
cone beards says peace to us. And peace is my car battery
and the engine's grr purr.  Warm pavement
means slush and sunshine.

I'm setting the stage for a one act novella opera haiku
and you're the star, woman.  And you're the Star Woman!
Build me a magazine and I'll fly it for you, columns on bourbon
pics of colours.

Two cups of joe and I've got a harebrained avalanche of Yes!
Thank you, calendar girl, I'll bet you have a sister or two
in the ink past of January.  Can I take a gray blob eraser
over last week too?

Understand this, mon amie, I don't speak French and the
red light is more than I can bear.  Every person I know is
dangling from a mobile next to the chandelier.  All my kingdom
for February 5th.