wallcolors

Today, I felt like writing a little poetry - or whatever you would call this:

I woke up this morning, exhausted from the night.
The light of spring came in my window.
What a sight.
Warm and bright, fine with flight.
Reflected off my wall...
Wall colors.
Danced in the scene.
Lifting my eyes, my brown eyes, I felt alive.
Alive again.
The light of spring...