Sampler Memory

Shards of faded calico,
Prints alive
Upon a cotton square.

The blues,
Dyed by seeping spring;
An evening sky of indigo
The nightly rain did bring.

Reds, yellows
Upon a gambling eve!
Greens, preserve,
The fall in turn receive.

But the sun, seamstress
Scorns the novice sky.
All threadbare lessons
Until the spring comes by.