I am
Where the dark and the light meet
Where color is born
The prism
The point through which
white bends then divides,
spreading through the blanket of night
— Ellen A. Wilkin
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Color
I am
Where the dark and the light meet
Where color is born
The prism
The point through which
white bends then divides,
spreading through the blanket of night
— Ellen A. Wilkin
Run Carrot Run!
Carrot of Color!
You run through a Fall of
Kaleidoscope movement
when the wind ruffles feathers
Forest floor wood chip mustard
matted leaves and fallen limb umber
flame maple umbrella
and sloping grass emerald
The sky an arrangement of azure and cotton
The birds scrape by leaving blurs of brown and red and blue and yellow
You shake out your fronds of green
and stretch out your legs,
one orange, one red
You run through a world of pigment
Color everywhere
No where is there an absence
of saturated joy
lets celebrate!
White light is all light
Black ink is all ink
and everywhere is stained with life.