cheryl polk

Colour Paints

There's a horizon beyond here
her voice pulls like autumn
whithered orange
slipping deep into the near

Like a thousand colour paints
aching consciousness on canvas
the moment's on edge
natures fingers reaching
awakining the woodland sleep
like trembling leaves

bountiful blue on grey is the
horizon beyond
A thousand colour paints
yellow, green, red soon appear
seasons intertwine, like binding sheaves
like magic from the wisp of the wand