True Colors

Like the sun

you are

warm and life-giving

fire in the heavens

or have you blinded me

blue and pallid

am I

dormant as winter's peak

cold in this grave

fragile

like a falling leaf

you create magic

spinning gold 'round my chrysalis

and I am claimed

you are the promise of beauty

unleashed

though you say

that spring is my savior

and I shall fly when winter

is no longer mine

©1998 Sheridan Leigh