There are times, it seems,
like in misty dreams
where a lack of color
brings clarity.
Subtle hues of
shadow and light,
a silent whisper
of Earth’s delight.
Timeless,
Motionless,
Ethereal.
Perhaps the reds
and golds and blues,
the roses’ blush
and sunset views,
obscure,
detract,
the impact
of line and form,
cool and warm.
Enter imagination-
sharp, unfurled-
in the blink of an eye
to color my world!
Cheryl KP
copyright words and image 2019
