Colors

I came back high

from riding colors,

swooping like a swallow

down the many currents

of perception

Feeling the excitement,

the waking up inside

of all that saturation,

steeping myself in the burnt sienna

of dried leaves after frost,

cleansing my palate 

in distant sage of afternoon spruce,

intoxicated

with sun-soaked golden green

against a shaded hollow

and enchanting russet of sunset

on bare tree limbs

It was enough

to fill me up,

to satisfy an unacknowledged need

and inundate my moments before sleep

with all those combinations,

infusing me with unexpected joy.

©Wendy Mulhern

December 1, 2014