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.