Dusty rose dreaming

~ inspired by a poem written by my friend, the late painter/poet Chris Nancarrow

Dusty rose powdered like city girls she wrote

of the wild rose that grows along the gravel road 

winding up her windows and following the Esso truck

A painter would know the wild rose colour 

by heart I suppose to mix in her palette 

the rose covered cottage, the pink budding

blooming perpetually, reflected 

in rose coloured glasses, the same hue

as the quince jelly lining the pantry shelf

come September, and the prize ribbon 

winning raspberry jam too.

That colour of morning, soft rose on the horizon

Summer shimmering, rosy dawn slowly rising.

write a poem that repeats or focuses on a single color.