Today’s prompt: “focus on a colour.” I’m still not entirely happy with this poem (fellow perfectionists, raise your hands), I hope that you enjoy.
A Summer At Grandma’s –
Although I’m happy where I am,
And I love the colours of Halifax,
Every once in a while I ache for
The old hues and moments past.
When I walk out on my balcony
In summer and smell morning dew,
I remember the forest greens
Of Grandma’s country refuge.
I haven’t been there since I was fifteen,
But I can picture years ago like yesterday.
The forest green was in the trees,
And in her bottles of paint.
~ Essie
Essie Writes Poetry 