Lilac & mauve carnations,
orange-creamsicle & fushia sunflowers
pop out between sprinklings of green sprigs.
tangerine trumpets blow the announcement:
open hands, open hearts & open minds.
A hard-loving, hard-playing time
cut short by balding, joyless men.
of color-profusion graces my bedroom.
Bejeweled bracelets of Crystal, Hematite,
Amber, Amethyst, Aventurine, Tiger’s Eye
& Jade still grace these arms- no longer held
out in the wonderment of freedom.
Some can hear the distinct tribal drumbeat.
These wreaths adorn guarded-hearts;
believers in mid-August, butterfly-freedoms.
Away in dreams
of ‘Summer’s Eve’ wonder, Boomers will take flight.
When aging lids grow weary, the charmed-piper plays.
Then, free-spirits are filled by an illumined-iridescence.
Woodstock magic lives again…