From the sun it sings
but only a whisper
as it touched my ear
those golden petals
dropped one by one
will I retrieve them
to place them on my mantel
there is only hope left
a clinging to
I shiver as the night grows colder
I await the dawn
as I await the spring
in it’s full splendor
and garment of green
the color of words
and of the heart
the blue sky
speaks my pain
which is my true color
which hue my being
and can it change
night into day
emotions into thoughts
thoughts into actions
through these
we help create the world
beginning each new day.
an excellent marriage of both text and imagery
My favorite part….
the blue sky
speaks my pain
which is my true color
Great color separation and poem!