A Little Color

A small crystal hangs

from the window sill.



from the eastern sky

and lends rainbow strands

on the opposite poorly patched wall.

The spectrums rise and fall

with the afternoon

slowly deepening

and fading.

Long lined gradient colors

fall on an unmade bed,


dirty clothes,

strewn papers,

former wine glasses.

The radio clock

keeps counting

as the flecked colors


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Lela Tunnell is a novice poet; loving all things natural. She has loved and written as many poems as years lived on this planet (maybe a little more). She lives in Eureka Springs with her husband, feline, canine, chickens, rabbits, and ever-evolving gardens.

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