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
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2017-03-13 at 02:08
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