Blending Colors

The doe and her twin fawns passed through the pasture this morning
while the commotion of colors blazed overhead
their caution,
their quiet
stepping shadows
over the landscape:
as if the gray-brown field got up
to look around.

The curves of colors that are you Lord
blend a blessing here:
in the moment of my making
little vessels
out of words;
catching drops of your light behind the veiling:
spilling spectrum seen
and unseen
onto altars
everywhere.