Joy of Seeing Red
I am thinking of the sunrise this morning
how the red sky spread from the horizon
up and over the sky
long before the rising of the sun
a crimson harbinger of the dawn
I am thinking of the flower buds
still curled in upon themselves
climbing the trellis outside my door
lost between vermillion and rose madder—
undecided until full bloom
I am thinking of the tomato
sliced like a silver dollar
resting between the bread
I see the color or your lips
resting within its thin skin
I am spending this day
seeing the all the shades of red
like amaranth, burgundy, rust,
burnt sienna, and sangria
this day I am full of the joy of seeing red
Pamela Olson, 4/28/09
For Read Write Poem’s prompt,
“Seeing Red”
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