Poetry

"Seeing Colors"
​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.​