Color Blind

I thought I'd give a blind man eyes,
Was sure I could at least describe
The subtleties of colors I've
Distinguished my entire life.

The smell of fresh cut summer grass.
The taste of sweet birch, fading fast.
The mint within your cocktail glass.
The ocean rolling, deep and vast.

The blind man knelt and touched the stem;
I quietly considered him.
“I know the color green,” he grinned.
“And when these bloom, I'll show you scent...”


Written for "a little bit of poetry contest "  Check it out!