Tag Archives: Color

SPRING–A CHANGING SEASON

A changing season makes its way like biting and surprising treason, as it blooms toward hot sun arc peaking near as high as heaven, up from wet and cold and dark that chills the bone with fierce wind blown to … Continue reading

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CHECKERBOARD ABOVEBOARD, AND WHAT IT GETS ME CLIMBING TOWARD

When a pretty checkerboard that spans the floor comes aboveboard, its sunny yellow warms my spirit, its cooler blues calm my body mind, and, once I to a sky high spot along some magical bean stalk, have climbed, I bend … Continue reading

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A TRIAL BALLOON TO THE HEAVENS

One thoughtful prayer, one prayerful thought you formulate and, from your steely fisted grip and tight pursed lips, you drop, And hope that, maybe later, maybe soon, it will float right up into the sky to fly just like a … Continue reading

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OPEN SELF, INSERT LOVE, LOOK IN

Open self– insert love– then look in. . . See what you see– the shifting tinted pieces crystalline, held up to light with twisting like a kaleidoscope, the most important beauty that you’ve ever seen, so you I.D. the swirl … Continue reading

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WONDER-RIPPLING RIBBONS

A pack of colorful and in-wind rippling ribbons. . . They move so very wonderful that any slack they sometimes take will have to be forgiven.

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BOUNTY

A sumptuous set offerings today at the Farmers’ Market. A marvelously rich, colorful array of so many different products of the earth. The bounty of the autumn harvest.

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LIGHT OF DAY INCHED TO A SLINK

The change of light of day has inched down to a slink. . . I feel I barely stand this long deep dark any more without, within. . . but, as luck and life will have it, countdown to the … Continue reading

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