Occasionally I leave the desert
where neutral, subdued colors prevail
hiding the kaleidoscopic movement of life.
I go where life is bursting visibly,
beauty so loud
it communicates in silence,
for all colors living.
For the colors of trees,
colors of the brown ground
thirsty for colorful water,
for the colors of animals blending
with the colors of sky, clouds, air.
For people, colored in hues,
some vibrant, some shaded
colors that are and will be.
I leave the desert sometimes,
to feel the hope of the earth
cradling me in its loving blanket
so my colors too, can hopefully beam.
(For Poets United.)