framed by the window—a see-through
shine
over treetops, housetops.  The wax colors
hold only dead light, not this water-
flash
thinning to silver
at morning’s far edge.
Gray won’t do, either:
gray is for rain that you make with
dark slanting lines down-paper
Try orange!

—Draw a large corner circle for sun,
egg-yolk solid,
with yellow strokes, leaping outward
like fire bloom—a brightness shouting
flower-shape wind-shape joy-shape!

The boy sighs, with leg-twisting bliss
creating…

It is done.  The stubby crayons
(all ten of them) are stuffed back
bumpily into their box.

~ Ruth Lechlitner