Poetry
"Seeing Colors"
By Jerrice J. Baptiste
By Jerrice J. Baptiste
October wind vibrates trees,
colors multiply, fall to earth
for final sleep.
How sad, trees can’t keep
honeyed orange leaves.
Our eyes enriched by color,
a growing enchantment.
Cinnamon skin called brown
Chocolate is black
Now, brown & black
seen & heard.
A sky seen
through naked branches.
colors multiply, fall to earth
for final sleep.
How sad, trees can’t keep
honeyed orange leaves.
Our eyes enriched by color,
a growing enchantment.
Cinnamon skin called brown
Chocolate is black
Now, brown & black
seen & heard.
A sky seen
through naked branches.