Rainbow Perspective
I stare at droplets as they drizzle along the windowpane.
Clear with a tint of lemon, cerulean, and persimmon red.
The wind carries the copper ping of a distant chime
And the orange of maple leaves with their wings of emerald seas.
A yeasty smell rises from the kitchen, the topaz crust of fresh bread
Crunchy and buttery, my soul warmed from cool grey to ruby violet.
My fingers entwined in sheared wool, buff titanium puffs,
Remnants from the coats of roaming sheep.
The creak of the rocky chair, iron wood moans
and molds, snug along my bottom.
I once mistakenly searched for a pot of gold,
Naïve like a green bud.
Now, a matured peach, I watch and listen
To hues and tones,
In the vast richness of the world.
Please let me know your thoughts. You can contact me at http://www.abberolnick.com. Stay tuned for my next novel, The Underpainting.
