Colors Poem by June Stepansky

Colors



When I was young,
I loved my crayons.
First the boxes of five,
bright primary colors.
Later the jumbo boxes
opening me up
to more dazzling colors:
pinks, the color of pretty dresses,
greens and yellow-greens,
the colors of grass and new plants.

Now, when I see a hill
covered with yellow wildflowers,
I think of the crayons
which invaded my youthful soul
with the captivating colors of life.

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