Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Sep 2019
There is the belief
(Standing for centuries)
Of those colors seeming
To appear in vistas found
In this and that place..
In this season..perhaps
We might Recognize
Real joy comes from
Dissolving the distances
And simply allowing
The rise of the colors
In our Openness...
CharlesC
Written by
CharlesC
Please log in to view and add comments on poems