in the golden light of dawn rising walk the woods and become a color strip the sinews off your body breathe each molecule bare as the violet breath in your lungs blooms purple algae robin-egg haze grazes the tips of grass a blue sun rises in pulses of silver while your muscles blend in bass tones of shadow let skin explore the icy burn of snow melt in the brook let tendril vines take your vertebrae in hand cradle capillaries and sink into your soft palate wild roots need an anchor body to become a color