He…rotates hours in tractor green
rust red…bruise purple…cow black,
and slogs mud brown to harvest gold;
he stretches days to months of acre
farmland distance smudged to dusty
lilac edged pale orange to sunset.
She…stacks rainbow cotton into strata
on her closet shelves… pink yellow rose
denim blue…and she turns flower print
calico to fat quarters for quilts’ necessity;
she cuts pale pastel lengths for day clothes,
crisp white curtains for their bedroom,
layette laces, a black mourning shift.
They…jar garden colors…inter them dated
deep to cellar racks…their summer bounty
of intense prairie heat…tomato bean beet
corn plum dimmed…cooled in basement
gloom until kitchen resurrected to the
palette of their plates…for lives lived
cumulus against a cloud fog mist canvas
of blue white graying years.
Artwork by Conroy Maddox
10 thoughts on “In Living Color”
This is absolutely, beautiful. Thank you for sharing this!
It’s very important to me that you think so. Smiles.
this is stunning…
Pleased you think so…very much.
Delightful words, a joy to read always.
Thank you, fine and gracious poet. Smiles.
Just love listening to you read this and the color imagines add to the work. Thanks.
It’s fun to voice a poem, Andrew, and fun to know you read this post.
this is so … tasty
Thinking…eat your vegetables; they’re good for you. Nah…I know what you mean. Smiles, Mark.