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