I am the color
of rain
when the rainbow declares –
a bright stripe
of red
to the blue
I am a chorus
of blue jays
brushed into flight –
when life
gives us all
we aspired
I am the taste
of October –
sun on your lips
a place to pull over
when miles
are worn down
I am morning
hung over
the cool breath
of night –
when pulled by the moon
into verse
. . .