Friday, July 20, 2007

Splash


First, a wink of color

Then, a splash of pink

Next, a hint of yellow, purple, orange, green,

While I sit next to the window,

Each splash of color

Drips

Drips

Drips

And the sky turns to blue

Followed by a slew of green

Coloring trees

Grass, plants

Next comes the fading

The sky splashes colors of its own

In purples

Oranges

Reds

Pinks

And everything settles

it is washed over with gray

1 comment:

Maria said...

I know this is going to sound weird, but this poem is very relaxing, like rain in the morning.