Wednesday, December 05, 2007

Colors of my Life


I kissed you today and smelled strawberries in your hair. I watched you pause to point at the sliver of cotton in the sky and declare it a ‘moom’. I heard your babbles and private language mingle with whatever birds warble as the sun sets.

And as the sun sank, I saw the blue deepen into the same hue as your eyes. The sky was your precious face fading from this familiar blue into the pale peach light glowing from your cheeks. These colors, these sounds that make you inseparable from nature are no coincidence. They are promises, gifts, and little whispers from mother earth that you are also her child and she will cradle you and comfort you when I cannot.

8 comments:

bella said...

Holding my breath, having my breath taken away.
Then long exhale.
So beautiful these words, and the wisdom within them.

Marc said...

This was wonderful to read. The words flowed like a gentle stream.

Great blog!

Marc

Gary said...

And you think yourself not a poet.

How very wrong you are, old friend. A brilliant piece, in which we are able to actually be your eyes, not just see through them.

Mama Zen said...

Beautiful!

Shelli said...

lovely.

Karen said...

You leave me full.

Christian said...

wonderful imagery on this gray day! Thank you!

Shawn said...

At MY house besides strawberries there is usually a nasty poop smell ...

Ah, but you know I love this. I just gotta give it up for ME and all the beauty she offers -- as well as the great escapes from the indoors. I shall miss her colors immensely this summer ... gray and white prevails here.

Lovely post.