Contributed by Yvonne Moss
With a blast,
With much gusto,
Crazy as it might seem —
I miss the heat of August.
In the chill of the day,
Colors come,
As yellow, orange, red and gold —
Crusty, musty, dusty, gusty, busty, feisty, sex, lusty!
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One With the Colors
By Yvonne Moss
Color is the highlight of my art.
I use it as motion to create a whole.
Where does it lead me?
When do I stop its motion,
Before it escapes?
Only the art paper knows.