From my morning spot on the couch, the sun came through in an all of sudden attention seeking way.
I glanced up to feel its greeting and then basked in its exhibition.
A wall, covered in memorabilia admittedly in excess, I remembered our color game.
I spy with my little eye…
Blue denim jacket, straw-colored pony tail, coal-black labrador and brown crinkled winter grass among brown,white, tan-colored beagle
Loved you long, long time labs and beagles, she has.
And red striped swimsuit next to hand holding sister in pretty peach, ladylike tiny hand hair held back from brown freckled cheeks.
And rusty, brown, yellow and white kitten lapping snow-white milk from a silvery bowl, little chubby pink cheeked blonde boy, kneeling beside with happy brown eyes
A magenta painted door behind ornate black Charleston gate. No reason for keeping until now, a place my heart is drawn.
A postcard from travel, a thank you note from a young man, handwritten words faded gray.
Sandy white gulls under powder blue sky, white tidal froth and bronze colored little boy arms tossing bread towards the sky, sailboat scattered print hanging from tiny torso.
A beautiful young woman, pretty blue eyes framed by incandescent lemony hair.
Lime green frame, artsy black text added.. love you to the moon and back…a bright red heart and orange crescent moon, a thinking of my mama even though I’m with others gift from Heather.
A rustic bird made of brown, buff and grapevine green, reminding of mountain climb as family.
A starkly detailed pen and ink, a black masterpiece of bugs, Austin creative and elementary.
I spy with my little eye the colors of my world.
Memories colorful and cherished, warmed by early morning light.