Hair Color

Jan Hutchinson has been delighting us with daily prompts for Poetry Month. Today’s poem should sound like a child wrote it.

Crayola Crayons in a Box

“Your hair is red,
Your hair is black;
I see it now as blue.
Soon we’re back

To brown and then
Your hair is green:”
Crayons in Crayola Box!
Hair color fit for Queen!

( I scrutinize the roots for a mirror clue;
But find none, save: imagination!)

Pattern #6 Corn

Black-white corn tongue spikes
Up to sun and rain and air
Seeks golden kernels!

Hair Color

Jan Hutchinson has been delighting us with daily prompts for Poetry Month. Today’s poem should sound like a child wrote it.

“Your hair is red,
Your hair is black;
I see it now as blue.
Soon we’re back

To brown and then
Your hair is green:”
Crayons in Crayola Box!
Hair color fit for Queen!

( I scrutinize the roots for a mirror clue;
But find none, save: imagination!)

INVERSION

Light
Upside Down

This morning
I watched sun on snow
while gray sky streaked
heavy: grounded
overhead
lifting snow drifts
upside down to hover
overhead

light above
earth below

spirits flying
ground rooting
to its core
w h i t e t o g r a y t o b l a c k.