give me a brush
made of falling leaves and apple skins
a box of colors
from lavender flowers and scented rainbows
a canvas
of textured cotton balls and white leather
silver gray white
dancing rain and sun
no blues here
just
the delight
of change and change and change again
the sky the color
of horses galloping on the hills
of a german philosopher who wrote social revolution
from a circular reading room.
the color
of sheeps' bleating and children playing
the season of partridge and game and beginnings
oh lord i aint
no stranger
not to you
not to you
not on the morning of such sky
that holds such glory
as thine eyes upon us all -
even as we cry
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