FREED VERSE

pastel hues in a gradient frame;
beautiful, but not what i would call
bright.
i'd like to think
they put me in an east facing room just to see
this easter egged wonder.

but i fear the yellow will turned jaundiced
and that nothing, truly, will rhyme with orange. 

asking for extra feels like a sin. 
but i can, so i must; 
they seem to love delivering bad news here.

for now, though, i can keep my head held high
knowing i don’t need a telescope to see the horizon.

the pages of this book are lit by baby blue sunshine.