Inner Woman Volume 2 -
20 A Natural Palette
The sun rose
a brilliant explosion
of pink, gold and red
easing over the horizon
as I got out of bed
out the the window
at ground level
the dew sparkled with
a million prisms of
rainbow hue
The hedge was crimson
now only a few green
leaves resist
The trees are golden,
with a few deep scarlet
and the orange of
pumpkin orbs sat right
outside
Asters,
white, purple and pink
dotted the path from
door to garage
Chrysanthemums
what a word,
a spelling bee killer
with their daisy like
hues in bronze, gold,
violet, almost blue,
Climbing the stairs,
I pulled the sliding door,
In came the cat,
a rush of cold air
And at the stove
with her slippers and socks,
mom in her pj’s
stirred the oatmeal pot
The first month of school
was almost over
I know as the days
grows shorter,
pick and preserve
we gather the harvest
like the industrious ants
I’ve been taught to survive
although I wish to be
the grasshopper, today
to play in the crisp color
of clean morning air.
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