the old womans garden

a hint of blue, a tinge of green
glorious orange, and mustard yellows
a tiny garden planted outside
an old home, had seen better years
the old woman, that dwelled there
had lived inbetween greys and blacks
for most of her life
her husband, children, gone
last year she took a handful of seed
threw it out her window
and hoped for a flower or two
delighted she was, one day looking out
a beautiful patch of colors
she had never seen before
she called it her magic garden
she is gone now, too
but her magic garden
grows evey year, in splendid colors