Blossoming Words

“Poem” exudes a periwinkle
While “poetry” is yellow,
“Words” emit a soft forest green
And “mesmerize” twinkles blue.

“Melancholy,” too, marinates in blues
But grey and silver it construes.

“Surprise,” tut tut, is such violent red
That “joy,” dressed in white,
Must clear his shocked head.

Words gambol in a meadow of colors
Colors flourish into flowers of words.

Baby Elaine

Baby Elaine
Beneath the cedar tree
Exactly three months old
Just a square of concrete
Is all we can behold.

God places little flowers here
With His almighty hand
As if a gift to all below
Who on the black road stand.

“Gone to a better land”
With a lamb crudely carved
Was all they could afford
When in 1932
The whole land starved.

A blanket of soft green grass
Caresses those feet that tread
A comfort to those who wait,
Still living here, for bread.

Grey And Pink

A plain all now green
Makes a mockery of me.
Shoots and new leaves of grass
Little flowers newly yellow
They come over me,
In my white marble abode.
How dare they encroach on me here!
The sun, oh that’s fine,
but new greenness divine?
I’m here, can’t you see,
Mourn me! I’m here
And you’re there; I’m
Grey and you’re pink.
Please, please, stop beside me
And think!