Sunday, March 11, 2007

Six Colors In Your Hair

There are six stallions in the meadow
Six colors in your hair
A breeze across blue flowers
Your laughter in the air.

There's a stillness on the water
A likeness in your eyes.
I can feel your smile
A warm sun in disguise.


Rebecca said...

I remember this one. It takes me on tangents of thoughts with each and every line.

Paul said...

Thank you! That's a very interesting responnse to the poem. I like the idea that it provokes so many associations for you.