colors

   

driving into a purple sky
    a red house      
    a yellow house

could i paint this?
    children running
    on a green field

then, the town square
    a domed building
    a military statue

who made these rules?

flags and banners
    boulevard trees
    bend in the wind

the aspen, singing
    could i paint this?
    all the blue light

 

Comments

[Cathy]

Ok that poem spark this poem.

Let the sky
baths me in it's blue light.

From that simple act,
the return of the quiet grace
of living a life with the claws.

For what more can fear take now?

[Cathy]

Sharon, I just realized the second stanza has a goof in it. My fault, I was in hurry and at work too.

the second stanza should read

From that simple act.
The return of the quiet grace
of living a life without the claws.

the finaly verison is at my blog now.

[Dick]

A poem full of joy. Delightful.