I see fewer shades of gray
these days, have a crisper appreciation
for the black and white of things.
I can see deep inside colors
I never knew existed. I squint
and stare, tilt my head, smile a lot.
The other day, I swear I watched
rain fall for the first time.
Each drop holds a rainbow, you know.
Of course you know. You put them there.
Danny Earl Simmons is Oregonian and a proud graduate of Corvallis High School. He is a friend of the Linn-Benton Community College Poetry Club and an active member of Albany Civic Theater. His work has appeared or is forthcoming in various journals such as Avatar Review, Summerset Review, The Smoking Poet, Toe Good Poetry, and Pirene’s Fountain. A collection of his published poems can be found at dannyearlsimmons.blogspot.com.
Turning black earth against twilight
as muddy legs plod, shoulders ache
and bow before worn leather straps
that sag between his bull and his beliefs.
Bent in the knowing that gray
becomes green and sweat waters
ground into overflowing, he grows
dark patches of glove on his palms.
After supper, his thick hands reach
to caress flour from her cheek,
slide gently along the softness
there, coffee brewing on the stove.
Danny Earl Simmons is an Oregonian who has loved living in the Mid-Willamette Valley for over 30 years. He is a friend of the Linn-Benton Community College Poetry Club and an active member of the Albany Civic Theater. His poems have appeared or are forthcoming in various journals such as Avatar Review, Boston Literary Magazine, Toe Good Poetry, and Pirene’s Fountain. His published poems can be found on his blog, http://www.dannyearlsimmons.blogspot.com .