A color of faded cotton perks and pokes a quiet and basic day.
Somewhat like a rural assent fed with freedom…
Drawn with tints of rejuvenation.
My same old stroll is teaming with wise colors.
Tangled with piped dreams of syrup.
No matters of coincidence
with the ancient cemetery or forgotten farm.
Even the decadent find rejuvenated faith…
in the sun’s soothing charm.