The sun peeked out for the morning,
enticing me to the river Saturday.
Bundled up, sitting with the quiet,
I noticed the sun embracing a sundog by his side.
She snuggled under his arm dressed
in colors of violet, orange, blue and pink.
Almost, I heard her humming contentedly.
The grass, sprinkled with clinging iridescent teardrops,
mirrored the same colors.
Color; is it bestowed?
Gladly I borrow the gift lent,
letting it infuse me, satiate me.
Later, I will translate it, diffusing it again.
Lending it to another.
First receiving, then bestowing in turn.
Receiving is always first.
The fullness then escapes over the rim.