The Color of Goodbye

The happy chartreuse
of early spring on Mt. Tom
I missed this year
while not paying attention.

Your moan
yearning forward in many shades
of red, then blue,
then bloodiest-red again.

Everything vaguely
distressed Polaroid
through rose sunglasses.

Mourning doves,
oatmeal with honey,
when your eyes look green.

Sharing with The Tuesday Platform in the Imaginary Garden today.