Light Pink

The world seems pink when
Everything drops down with a sigh
Life is a slow laundry wash
Turning around, soapy bubbles filling the world
With sleepy deep brown eyes and soft silken pillows
The summer scent fills the house
As the windows have been opened wide for the first time in months
All the musty air is swirling around in a happy turnstile of warm water
Yes, pink is the color of late May
Of grass between toes and lighter times,
Lighter expressions,
A lighter world.