Interpretations

I color my world with whispers of spring,
scent of summer, taste of September rain,
and chill touching skin while in

winter's keeping... I shade it in hues
of comfortable silence and warbling song,
splashing sips of watercolor gladness

across its aging canvas before dipping
brush into fragrance of contentment, allowing
it to drip onto imagination's palette... but I

wonder sometimes if strokes in richer
values of unseen sky and of earth bleeding
into twilight would be a more vivid interpretation

of wind and trees, sun and moon, clouds
and stars...  perhaps it would be all this,
more beautiful, more interesting and colorful...

but what it would not be is my truth, my
vision, or an honesty of the world as I see it
...even if I could paint it differently