Color

Color I dare not think of you too long because your color is youth. A different color than mine now but I remember what it was, it’s taste and feel. The thought of your color has awakened in me long buried dreams, I had thought either slumbered or lay quietly like dogs by a fire. But your color in the soft muted pastels of day end brought my senses to light. In that light, a new day then to come, longed for but also feared. Dreams afraid to be uncovered. Submitted for: Poetry As Legacy Contest Line Gauthier March 19, 2021