Fox Gloves

Fox Gloves

Go to the meadow in the morning

And see fox gloves dancing

 on a hot breezy day in August.

Fox gloves will

Cling to your memory it seems

 And live forever in your dreams

Of red foxes wearing

White fox gloves.

--Barbara Spring

Cadmium Sun

Cadmium Sun

1

The cadmium sun goes down

Painting the blue river red

Staining the turquoise lake in

Sparkling shades of gold and yellow—

Splashing the beach sand and dunes

In flavors of lemon grape lime and

Wild cherry.

2

I am painting today—

On my palette array

All luminous colors

Of the day I gazed

Until the sun went down.

Today is gray.