Picnic-Cooler Colors |
| by Ted Reynolds |
In spring, green.
I reach among the close- packed leaves and pluck the fruit.
The juice trickles sweetly down my throat.
In summer, blue.
I smoothly dart a fish from the running river current.
It has been kept fresh all year for our supper.
In autumn, orange.
I scoop handfuls of cool sticky stuff full of seeds.
Jack- o'lantern and pumpkin pie!
In winter, white.
I lift a handful of cold new snow to my thirsty lips.
My tongue gratefully licks it up.
(My picnic coolers and their colors make me happy.)
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