4 Turns

 

The Colour is Green

Fields and Summer

Tree tops

ripe wheat and Ivy

 

The Colour is Red

berry's and butchered Meat

An Hot ember on a

Crisp Autumn morning

 

The Colour is Blue

Slabs of fish and

Cracked ice

Winter feet and fire

 

The Colour is Yellow

Daffodils and Steep

banked Grass

Swooping Swallows

and singing Larks

Weathered Thoughts

Wind Chipped and

Cracked lime

 

Droop down heads

heavy and Dry

leaves Brittle

and Crisp

 

All turned as one

facing the ground,

Vase holding them Still

Held in Stately Grace

 

The Petals Slipped

From fresh to dry

Blood, The stems from

New Boughs to

Gallows

 

Thorns bite Just

as Bright,

the Sharpness is

not lost on a

Discarding Grasp