Palette of Pastels

softening to your calming touch / as grey becomes a pussywillow fog,

Palette of pastels

         for Gary

Your sunshine dawns a shy-like doe
and the cityscape becomes a fawn,
softening to your calming touch
as grey becomes a pussywillow fog,
white, an ancient ivory tusk,
black, your young son's charcoal drawing
of a frog.          These days
your wintry smile reflects off snirt
that glistens fresh from toppings
of vanilla snow and come the summer
shakes off dirt from listening leaves
with each guffaw.          I call
to banish colors that you don't allow
upon your sunny palette of pastels:
flesh-bruised purple and guilt-stained black,
the midnight blues of Hell.

Kåre Enga

[164.36] 14 April 2007

Inspired by susanL who wrote:

the secrets I keep–
Deep purple, dark blue, midnight black...
Swirling, intense colors underneath such pretty
Pastels-