Calico River Poem by Brian Stafford

Calico River



The Calico river runs ragged,
vermilion, purple and blue,
But the trees stay green,
and the sky stays blue;

They might add another colour,
and change the shade or mix,
But as colours continue to pour,
they'll make it even harder to fix;

Like an abstract picture,
that doesn't ring true,
But the trees stay green,
until autumn changes the hue;

A surreal amalgamation,
of complexion and hue,
When will the Calico river,
ever, ever run true.


© 2015
Brian J Stafford

Wednesday, January 20, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: river
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Brian Stafford

Brian Stafford

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