Has Colour Come Yet? Poem by Little Eagle McGowan

Has colour come yet?
To summer's face…
With the least regret
We again retrace
A cold dream's epithet
A warmer place
Gone the frozen conduit
My marrow graced.

And all life will ooze
In sanguine ease
O're the green obtuse
Of a hillside breeze
And the birds will muse
And dolphins sneeze
And a million hues
Incite revery.

And once more bourne
To these black hills
From southern sojourn
Of unshaken will
To divinize the morn…
Our spirits to thrill
From its buoyant throne
An eagle scream… shrill.