for you today
opening the windows
I close my eyes.
~
Hot summers roll by
and I remember her blue eyes,
the clear skies, the calm seas.
I sit down in the reds
eating blood plums,
admiring the tomatoes.
Wrapped in my velvet coat
atop a purple mountain
I press lavender spikes.
As bright yellow balloons
sing of egg yolks to
stooping sunflowers.
On the lush greens
of soft hill grasses,
I write of apples and limes.
Smooth white paper becomes
an icy lake as words snow
like bride veils in the wind.
Evening fell weaving tresses
wearing funeral dresses
as the sky shuts her eyes.
~
I wrote some words
for you today.
