
renegade watercolor shades
of blues and pinks–
lilacs in the sky,
violets on the horizon–
a suggestion of moons,
the taste of soft pink summer plums
waiting to be savored

When I am very old, I want to remember the shades of green in a meadow where horses grazed and hawks cried in the distance the day I dropped her off for a long weekend. I want to taste the ice cream we had at a roadside shop and hear the echo of the pup’s bark on the rolling hills. I want to stamp the feeling of freedom and contentment into my soul and keep it safe and protected forever.