Painting with Words

By- Traci Taylor
January 2017

The calming rhythm
of leaves falling
losing their picturesque golden browns
at the end of autumn
on the cusp of a frigid winter

Nighttime paints the sky
the darkest color of blue
midnight strikes
and only the moon is left to lighten the sky

Within life
lives are influenced by strangers
who pass us by in moments
that expand sometimes into years
time isn’t the determination
of how deep their footprints impact

Standing still
on the horizon of a warm spring evening
surrounded by blossoming flowers
that grow like a metaphor for hope
with all of their colors of the rainbow

Nature is the writer’s
can of paint
waiting
to place feelings stuck
in an overactive mind
soon to be formed
into words that project feeling

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Change

By- Traci Taylor
October 2014

The curtain is beginning to lift,
Light is forcing its way in again.

The darkness is fading now,
Colors of the leaves are changing.

The air is growing colder as the days progress,
Hearts are as protected as the beings trying to remain warm.

The clock waits for nothing,
Time moves on with or without the wounded.