Poetry

I am from #1

I am from Colorado,

where it snows in April, and shines in January.

I am from an unfinished deck,

and a multiple leveled back yard.

I am from yarrow, cacti, a choke-cherry tree as tall as my house, and rabbit brush.

My house is lined with of forest of fuchsia flowers, blanketing the ground.

I am from prowling coyotes, golden fields, perfectly green golf courses, and mushed crab apples.

I am from red, yellow, orange, and brown leaves covering the ground.

I am from Navajo and Persian rugs that sit on the floor of my house.

Woven baskets hang from my walls, decorated with stripes and zig-zags.

I am from post cards,

that come from everywhere.

I am from a pink bin that stores my keep sakes and memories.

I am from my sister, Irina,

who is there for me with whatever I do.

I am from the scrap books that I someday hope to make for all of my wonderful memories.