Color Wheel
Warm colors touching the heart
glowing with meaning beyond words,
a palette of sunlight dancing in a concert of vibration.
Prints on a raccoon's path, snow blowing across the way,
the old, the new, the in-between,
both living and dead
touching the sky, running over rocks, feeling the ground.
Simple, but not.
Cooler, but hot.
Tasting life with my eyes
I feel the beauty of sight,
touching a rainbow,
smelling bricks,
hearing the heat
of the day,
embracing the sweep of lazy time.
No comments:
Post a Comment