Chasing Colors
I
-- Stopped to chat: at the one store open
This second day of 2023 here:
Where a month from mid- December
Is the usual "holiday" for child & worker --
Mr. L saw me rush off chasing something
This new time had crimson skies, painting
I had not ever seen. Walked a mile
Down near the darkening sky, westward
And back as crimson faded into lines
Of orange, parallel lines; spruces behind
Greater pines behind in art in two colors
Blue background, crimson lines and forests
II
The darkening blue skies swallowed, gently
Bit by bit, the crimson that made me run
Down the hill, Kerk St., Adelaide, and back
To enjoy the gentler breeze at 8-0-clock
And dream of the vision of hope, I saw
From the Hand that might have made me
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2023
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