
warming me
with color
on these gray days
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
there is still enough warmth in the sun
to want to rock on the porch a bit
The brightest colors
are put on display
when royalty visits.
A blossom speaks my prayer for me.
May I share my best
and leave a legacy of loveliness.
Indian Paintbrush colors the meadow
with embers of sunset.
Marigold is the sun’s bride,
the guardian of goodness
at the garden’s gate.