Let There Be Color

mother taught me about gardens ... all winter she would ponder ... and make plans selecting flowers by texture and shape in a tapestry of colors like bright sun jewels and on planting "day" I wore an aquamarine sundress ... ~ we needed hardy flowers for our changeable climate and mother taught me to use color artfully ~ but no matter what we did ... by mid summer the garden was a wild mosaic tangle of tangerine nasturtium and lemon marigold along with lilac forget-me-nots and a mix of lavender and crimson snapdragons we had lost all control ... ~ oh, we had painted daisies in saffron and watermelon pink and trusting coneflowers in all hues ~ now, my garden is much smaller yet I still have a vibrant array of flowers a display of changing colors all summer long thrusting, cascading, and tumbling I have climbing wallflowers in chartreuse every view is painted ... in hues like watercolors saturated with sun oh, I love the coral bells ... cascading from baskets ~ let there be color and there is ... like magic ... colorful flowers dance in the breeze ____________________ April 5, 2021 Poetry/Free Verse/let there be color Copyright Protected, ID 04-1344-147-05 All rights Reserved, 2021, Constance La France Written for the Premier contest Changing Colors sponsor, Emile Pinet, Judged 04/19/2021 First Place