Often,

Things are easy to see,

Yet difficult to understand. ...

A stained wall,

Recounting stories,

To searching eyes. ...

Next to you,

Soaked in warm raindrops,

On lazy summer days. ...

So perfect…

The path,

Fields, ...

You sure are a sore sight.

“Why?”

A black heap, ...

I don’t want the house,

Land,

Or the fantasy, ...

If I was a sardine,

Surrounded,

Indistinguishable, ...

Cried upon.

Age spots, and

Veins showing. ...

Textures,

Curves,

Colors. ...

Remove my ribbons.

OK.

Now kiss me. ...

What are you?

Just a few dots.

Why aren’t you smiling? ...

Dandelions,

White blooms,

Mountain tops, ...

Yellow makes me smile,

Feel warm,

Happy. ...

Stand out.

Be seen.

But be you. ...

Grow old with me.

“Silence.”

OK. ...

Let’s paint it white today,

Says White.

Why not green, ...

Orange sunset,

Hazy sunrise,

Or a smoky wildfire? ...

Waves of clarity,

Staring at blue.

Calling me, ...

“Sitting there…”

As distant clouds evaporate.

Snowy slopes quietly melt. ...

Doesn’t matter who you are.

Or how big.

There are times, ...