A Little Color

by Lela Tunnell

A small crystal hangs

from the window sill.

Capturing

sunlight

from the eastern sky

and lends rainbow strands

on the opposite poorly patched wall.

The spectrums rise and fall

with the afternoon

slowly deepening

and fading.

Long lined gradient colors

fall on an unmade bed,

adorning

dirty clothes,

strewn papers,

former wine glasses.

The radio clock

keeps counting

as the flecked colors

evaporate.