My Colors

Greens of my mid-western childhood, call me like a magnet. Blue green of sagebrush country fills my vision of senior years Full of my life's wisdom's. Bold Northeast fall colors bring memories on grapevines over the gentle maw of my childhood ravine. Now I gaze at mountains near and rich tapestry of woven western fall. No pink, light polluted sky for me I see a early evening velvet indigo sky and twinkling Milky Way to guide my pensive pen on its merry way Great Azure sky roofs over the valley and storms lightening far to see over saddle back ridge, Not...just for me.