|bleeding hearts outside my kitchen window|
May 5, 2010
Pink was never my favorite.
I ended up with rinky-dink,
Pink sucked. It was weak.
It was Pepto Bismol, Baby Magic,
bubblegum-stuck-in-my-hair kind of pink.
I much preferred the dark mystery
of raw umber or aquamarine.
Tragic, today, I'd still choose green.
But my grown-up smarts can't resist
winter cheeks, a piggy-went-to-market,
or that perfect bleeding heart.
This is a Theme Thursday post.