October 20th meeting, poem from Sara from prompt from Janet

 

 Sometimes I feel like the leaves in the Fall.

I go along being my normal

Boring "green" self.

Something happens:

A word from a friend

A Bible reading the hits my soul

A dream at the just wake time

And gradually my "green" fades

Little by little

Till

My true colors show

Now it's not always a pretty color

Maybe it's a boring drab brown

Or gray

But maybe it's the vibrant orange

Of being able to tell someone I love them

Or the deep red of heartfelt peace

Or a bright yellow of just being glad I'm alive.

Sara Twining at Lakeshore Writers Group