spring collection

 

marketa's wardrobe runs to muted tones  

myriad greys

olives   and the browns of a winter forest  

 

matching her hair   matching her eyes  

belying her radiance

we haven't been together long enough

 

for me to know her spring colors  

i know her pocketbook  

she will not have a spring collection

 

she will continue wearing her somber hues

but just as a young man lightens his step and countenance

with a sprig of color on his lapel  

 

so she will don a smile that brings to mind

the colors of a spring garden in bloom

 





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Written on 2017-03-13 at 02:08

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Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You welcome Jim
2017-04-07


Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful poem Jim
2017-04-07


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
That's what a change in the weather can do. Nicely written.
2017-03-13


Ashe
This is more beautiful the more I read ir. There is the beauty of feelings of tenderness and of hues.
Ashe
2017-03-13



Beautiful
2017-03-13


Ashe
Nicely written. Spring colors are overrated. I always preferred my muted greys and browns and forest greens until Summer really takes on. It sounds like those are the colors that flatter her best. You have such a soft way with her. A tender poem.
Ashe*
2017-03-13