Colors

COLORS
Of blushing cheeks,
Of violet sky,
And magic dust on a butterfly,
Of rain washed petals,
Of muddy ponds,
And dewy dripping fern fronds
Of dripping honey,
Of sun burnt hands,
Of high tides on the sun drenched sands,
Of every color I can see,
I want a pinch to keep with me,
So if I ever were to forget,
If the world became gray and dead,
If for color my eyes were sore,
Ill open my box and live once more.

Spring

Hidden things
Peeking out
Green fingers
Grope about,
She is waking,
She is waking,
Breathing in
Breathing out,
Colored crown,
Atop her head,
Eyes wide open,
Slumber shed,
Sun-kissed cheeks,
Breath perfumed,
Minstrels sing,
Vividly plumed
Life returns
To her frozen toes,
Colours erupt,
Wherever she goes
How long she’ll stay,
Who can say?
For sleep will call
Her back one day.