Broken Glass
Broken Glass
Bits of color...
washed up on the beach.
Items that tell stories,
about faraway places,
new people, and old.
Red like roses, fine wine in winter...
Yellow like the flowers in spring.
Blue, the very sky,
captured and revisited
in forever's embrace.
Green, meadows un-mowed,
and trees yet unclimbed
somewhere in our minds,
remembered.
Chrystal clear windows
to the mountains in the distance,
and some...
foggy summer sandblasted,
by the deserts of thirst.
Rainbows on the ground,
found all around,
to turn our entire world...
upside down.
Collected and treasured,
a gift beyond measure
trash turned to pleasure
with a smile.
Copyright © Ann Foster | Year Posted 2022
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