Silence
morning blooms
Maxfield Parrish sky.
Box of autumn crayons highlights
the hills behind my house
come, my love,
let us walk.
Leaves glow
chartreuse
in the low saffron sun.
Clouds dip their
toes into the bay–
shades of slate.
A storm approaches
I lean into blustery north winds
sting my cheeks
thawed by salty tears
I stand rooted
every swirling gust rids me
of the static in my mind
I lean in
supported in nature.
Full moon, nightlight
I see my path
through the darkness.
Submitted for OpenLinkNight #70 at dversepoets.com
bittersweetverse 
November 13th, 2012 at 11:52 am
smiles…box of autumn crayons…love that…like colored by a kid…love the leaning into nature as well to find your way…i think a lot of sulutions can be found there….
November 13th, 2012 at 12:06 pm
There is so much color here, such an enticing invitation to join you there, and I will xo
November 13th, 2012 at 2:03 pm
I love these lines…Full moon, nightlight
I see my path
through the darkness.
November 13th, 2012 at 4:50 pm
This is a quietly dramatic piece. Loved the mood of this. – Mosk
November 13th, 2012 at 9:30 pm
Delightful diction paints a beautiful picture.
November 14th, 2012 at 10:35 am
This is such a great poem. I think the 5th stanza delivers the meat and potatoes, but I love the images in the first 4 stanzas–particularly the “box of autumn crayons.” I like that you used the full moon to close.
November 20th, 2012 at 10:45 pm
Love your use of colors!