Gold on the Forest Floor

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Two girls, two poems, in color. Companion words. Little One's came first, inspired Eldest Child's...

Gold

The color gold shining on leaves
swiftly floating everywhere like a
sparkling fog. Hear, the music
starts to play, announcing the
arrival of the color gold.


Forest

The color gold,
shining on leaves,
dappling the
forest floor
with sparkles.

Oh, and I wanted to add this one, a color poem that spontaneously appeared at the dinner table. And this reminds me of Laura's comment over at High Calling Blogs. Yes, part of finding poetry is finding a new way of hearing...


Discriminating

She neatly
picks out
all the peas
and puts them
in a little
green pile.