The eye can gaze on beauty,
on the dance and glance of color  –
how one settles into another,
how the conversation of contrast
and family membership
can keep one entranced

Well, me in particular  –
I keep delighting in the colors,
how enchantingly they blend
and set each other off,
and catch reflections of each other
in their sheen. They sing to me
as if I had chosen them,
as if I had planned this all out.

©Wendy Mulhern
January 24, 2022