Friday, October 11, 2013

Catching Sunlight

Like a bowl
You catch sunshine
And serve it fresh to us
Trapped inside our houses
 By the cold.
Your petals
Imitate the sun
Rays in primary red
Straight from a Crayon box
To our eyes.
You give us
Green of summer,
Yellow of sunrise, orange 
Of fruit from a southern clime,
Purple of sunset.

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