Water Colors

Minnesota, Minnehaha, Minnetonka,

Trickling, bubbling, roaring over river rocks

Washing, waving, crashing into shore.

It is the cadence of my life, it is

The music that never ceases in my head.

It is my guide and my sense of place.

I was born with it and will die with it.


Like a lover, I desire color

Of birds, of glass, of woven silks. 

I let colors seep in and out of me

As easily as my own breath.

I tremble, the hues of dusk teasing me

Moonlight brushing over my lips,

My fingertips, my soul.