Color Cascade
I see the autumn letting go,
The colors seem still on the hillside,
Yet as I pass through the hills there is release.
I cannot help but feel a message,
A sense of abandonment, color do not go...
I would like to learn to paint you,
To spend time there on the crest,
To hold that New England palette so rich with red, gold, burnt orange, yellow...
Yet you fall all around me, I want to catch you...
I cannot hold you back, oh color!
Grey, I know you are inevitably stalking me...
Joseph James
10/17/13 © all rights reserved
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