Friday, August 19, 2005

Autumn's Sister, Winter

Autumn may lose her colours,
      But memory is a rainbow.
Spring a distant grandchild, reborn—
      Greens, yellow, pinks, we sow.
Winter, in her belly white and gray
      Nurtures many-coloured seeds,
For if Summer was her lover
      He planted his future deeds.

Earth's seasons are a family,
      A wheel and spinning prism,
      Rotating by subtle degree—
Sometimes we think about only
      The bland colours we can see,
      Forgetting—rather sadly—
      About the vibrant ones to be.

—Terri Guillemets