The Master’s Palette

A blue sky of autumn
Red maple leaves,
frost on the window
rust on the tractor
left too long in the field
sparkles in the sun,
reflecting off the pond
a cascade of color
in the sunset
amber glass
amethyst too
deep red roses
green jade flowers
frozen in vivid opening
green eyes, hazel eyes
brown pools to drink in
mocha skin, cool to the touch
yellow hurt your eyes sun
these are a taste
of the master’s palette

September 12, 2007 18:55

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