Wonder

These vermillion treetops

And these shining puddles of streetlamp color,

On swirling black spires, go unseen.

By them, the brilliant people walking down this fantastical street,

Don’t see the magic,

Don’t see the violets and the turquoise and the indigo droplets,

Splashed upon an old lace-covered canvas.

Don’t see the cadmium of one lovesick lady’s hair, the crimson of

her coat Nor the almond-colored fur of her yipping companion.

Except there is one star struck couple swishing down this avenue,

Staring in mesmerized wonder at the palette before them.

They have a curiosity in their eyes and love in their hearts and it is no

Wonder, that they see this world.

They stare at the twisted iron branches that stretch up.

And into a spectrum of millions of beloved colors.

They, the otherwise brilliant ones, live without my cobalt skies,

And streets dotted with ivory reflections.

They live without a world of

Wonder.

Madeline Foster

Age12, Grade 7

Covenant Christian Academy

Bethlehem