Earth Colors
My mother was an artist.
I remember coming home from school,
Seeing a new canvas
Drying on the table.
I heard her talking,
In my mind,
To the painting.
“A swath of violet, I think.
Next, a blend of indigo, curving
Tenderly around the edge.”
Blue cuddled lovingly, expanding in the light,
Fading gently from blue to green.
Closer to the sun,
The colors brightened to
Warmer tones, yellow, orange, red.
Beneath, the fields,
Greyed darkly as
Heavy clouds encroached angrily.
Mists sparkled,
and the rainbow wept.
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