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.
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