Sunset

Sunset

New colors are invented every night
as the sun sinks deep into the horizon.
Nature's perfect palette,
the end of yet another day,
another sunset.

Each one is different, yet each is the same;
Each means one thing to one person
...and still another to the next;
Each sheds new light and the hope for
still another tomorrow,
one more sunset,
one more painted canvas,
signed in Mother Nature's swirling hand

Maybe it's just Father Time's way
of saying Goodnight
until the stars shimmer brightly
above a symphony of crickets.

January 29th, 2007

Color Dance

Color Dance

Red begins to dance the rave
to a psychedelic beat.
Lime green starts an electric slide--
clapping and moving its feet.

Teal tangos a minute or two,
dragging its toes along.
Yellow discos the YMCA
to that "totally 80s" song!

White waltzes a while,
so graceful and smooth,
while blue trots out a classic swing,
showing off all its moves.

Orange does a crazy jive,
jumping all the while.
Black prefers a fast-paced tap--
a classic, rhythmic style.

Emerald tries an Irish jig
to a bagpipe melody.
Pink performs a beautiful ballet,
pirouetting gracefully.

Coral favors a classic shag
to a lively beach-inspired sound.
Brown likes a country square dance:
"Swing your partner round and round!"

Maroon does a creative Macarena,
clogging rhythmically.
Violet likes a little jazz
to stir up the dance scene.

...But there's one lonely color who never reaches the floor...

Gray sits all alone,
in a corner,
near the door.