Michael Degenhardt Poet Quatrain

Colors of the Windows of the Soul

My father’s eyes were gentle 
and of the brightest blue.
A never ending ocean.
A never changing hue.

My mother’s eyes were hazel,
a blend of blue and green.
like my dad’s, just beautiful
colors of a stream

My wife, her eyes, are bright green.
Within them, I get lost.
Just like the most fertile land
growing grass just after frost.

My children’s eyes, all different shades,
one hazel and three with blue.
Through their eyes, I see the world
and dreams that will come true.

My eyes, they too are hazel,
combining all above.
Through these eyes, I see their souls
and witness their sweet love.

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Heidie Buys August 12, 2008 at 4:32 PM Oh my, this is so lovely Michael. Love the gentleness and sense of wonder. Very well done. Regards Heidie

Daver Austin August 10, 2008 at 5:45 AM Beautiful and so perfectly written. Love, Daver

Kristin Reynolds August 10, 2008 at 4:00 AM Perfect! Michael, this is awesome and beautiful. My and my husbands eyes are bright green like grass :) I used to hate my eye color (I wanted blue like barbi!) but now, I would not trade them for anything! my boys have hazel eyes, and only my little girlly got our green eyes...crazy how genetics works! Loved this, love Kristin