Thursday, January 14, 2021

Forty-one:

41

Anything not pure color 

is technically a gray. 

Off-color if you will. 

Like winter. Like old age.

As I open the curtain

new snow on the ground

makes the morning light lucent.

Visions of virtue everywhere. 

As far as the I can see.

Light fills our room and

eye blink, squint, refocus.

White, not gray is 

the presence of all color.

You glow different today.


Markle~

14January2021

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