happy

bright 
violent orange  
my sweater 
on your shoulders 

soft gentle hues 
painted on the tiny 
summer flowers 

warm winter jackets 
cheeks rosy red
breath that makes us look like dragons
in the cold winter air 

flowing greens fields 
pebbles beneath our feet
hands clasped together 
running wild and free
happy as can be
you and me. 

(this poem started when I asked my cousin for a single word, and he said orange)