Tag Archives: colors
The colors that fill my eyes are pure. I talk to my friends, but we disagree. In times of conflict, I hold my tongue. Rain falls around us and the answers wash away. I haven’t found anyone to take my … Continue reading
Where do the autumn winds blow? I love the trees as they dance in the breeze. With the fading colors come thoughts of death. The fluttering leaves remind me of my mortality. Today my colors are orange, yellow and brown. … Continue reading
Things I’m grateful for. Red hair and freckles. People who smile back. Family. Bright colors. Eyes and ears. The letters z and s. Day. White keytags. W. Wayne B.