true love is a coat of many colors
red as flash and flush of beginning
gladdest green when cultivated and grown
turning all hues of blue in faithfulness
gilding golden with each new morning following storms
not always the color of roses
graying like my hair
bleak and black when bearing sorrow
silvered patina as a lasting choice
not one color, but many
not even patchwork
but a crazy quilt of peacework
every piece unique in shape
pierced and scarred with stitches
holding it all together,
stronger than uncut cloth
the art of life,
the fabric of two lives
Beautiful imagery and depth to your wonderful poem!!
Blessings ~ Wendy
I so appreciate your following and comments, Wendy.
This is amazing. I love it.
Teion Parker 713.979.8541
Thank you! And thanks for reading Stones and Feathers.