I’m red when I’m angry and
Yellow as a quiet spring morning
I’m peach-dressed azures at sunset
But never am I orange.
I’m rich browns and siennas of the desert
And all shades of green in a meadow
I’m blue in my aloneness
But vibrant purple in a crowd
Patricia (Patu) Morgan (aka e.d.snow)
I'm a human being bumbling through this world. Sometimes I think I know where I'm going and what I'm doing; other times I'm just a dandelion seed in the wind. I write as a process to illuminate my way and a reflection on where I've been.
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