the colors of the sun
she folded her cape
with patience and care
as if it had once folder her:
a flimsy cloth to build a shelter
but she lived inside with pride
never once without
a yellow cape
to tightly hold
sun rise
sun fall
she watched from above
suspended over the lake
bathing in the dry sun
wrapped tightly in her yellow cape
acorns scattered around
amongst the green
like the sun, they fall
but unlike, they do not rise
what a pitiful demise
she thought
but forgot
green:
the grass
which blue,
like the lake
mixed around into
brown: the acorns under
her feet: a pale pink
washing up to yellow:
her cape held tight
yellow like the light
dawning now
she and
the sun suspending over the lake
but she was more like an acorn
with only one fall to take
shimmer, ripple, up and down the colors of the sun go ‘round
