Seasonal Colour

Seasonal Colour: Two Wayward Birds Oh my darling saffron, once the spice of my eyes and now salty in my wounds. We became like two wayward birds in the cerulean skies with lilac dreams, going on lemon flights, our wings sputtering as Detroit rejects, like two watermelons falling from the skies, now lavender with our tears into the aquamarine sea. We make a splash, like always. The crying blues drowning out our sorrows, the coral kingdom closing its door to bad chartreuse and rose, mainly us, two salty little birds on a colorful passage to nowhere, harboring seasonal color and life ... still fighting fighting over a piece of tangerine. She says to hymn, "I'll fix your face." connie pachecho 8/3/17