I watched a chameleon walk across the road
In a dark grey coat.
Hanging it on a twig, he climbed
Into the leaves in his green and yellow jumpsuit.
|Flap-necked chameleon, Namibia.|
I watched sunrise send orange and gold
Through the tall grass seed tassels.
Blinded, I step carefully
Not wanting to crush precious yellow, turquoise, and pink blooms
Each one a tiny jewel.
But as I lookedAn Afghani prayer rug, in the finest silken colours
Unrolled to the horizon
Inviting me to kneel.
|Wild flowers, Damaraland, Namibia.|
Why have a favourite colour?
When Nature's diversity
Colour, in all its tint and hue
God wants us all to see.
Welcome to the Poe-a-tree hop. What is a Poe-A-Tree-hop? Well it is a group of writers of blogs who write poetry and stories. So if you hop on over to them you will start to see a rainbow of poetry colors, and you know what they say about rainbows, “there is a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.” Roy from http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/ has organised this Poe-A-Tree Hop so I'm in for the fun and to see what other bloggers are writing.
Check out all the participants listed at the bottom of this post.
Paige Gould http://musingsintugleywood.blogspot.com/
Ramazah Razvi http://swayingthougths.blogspot.com/
Alpana Jaiswal http://motifsonthewall.blogspot.com/
Roy Durham http://royd-spiltmilk.blogspot.com/
Melissa Tandoc http://grazieadio.blogspot.com/
Jim McIntosh http://holesinmysoles.blogspot.com/