Diffusing Colors

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.

It must.