dowdy winter days.
by winter’s demands
evergreens refuse to release color or needles
and stand in defiant contrast to the ever greying landscape.
from bare branches
the first surrender is to color
the second is to be untethered by the wind
and the final surrender is to perish in form and replenish the earth
Before the burst of color
fall appears in those moments just before twilight
and presents a world illuminated from within.
Fall pulls the color
from Susan’s petals
Like a receding tide
the ocean of wildflower color
begins its subtle retreat in August.
color to swim in
color to fly in
thank you delphinium
dancing in the breeze.
Even weeds have their part to play
in the great display of spring.
how lavender whispers.
That purple is soft
and yellow tastes like the sun.
Colors begin to leak into the landscape.
Green is the color of life.
As you hover on the edge of Spring,
your youthful summer color is long departed
and in its stead stands the eloquence of aging with grace.
A tree of color shouts out into the bright blue night
calling to the night’s first, tiny star
friend, I’ve missed you.
Bold as a butterfly’s wing
foliage sears color into our memory
before the white blanket of winter descends.
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.
A singular leaf rides the river
carrying the history of this autumn
in its colors.
Color moves across the mountains
in a dazzling display of transitions
before the stark beauty of winter descends.
This is the color of laughter.