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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liz munro The PoetBay support member heart!
Nicely written

Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
You welcome Jim

Ann Wood The PoetBay support member heart!
Beautiful poem Jim

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

This is more beautiful the more I read ir. There is the beauty of feelings of tenderness and of hues.


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.