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On a Colorless Land

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That’s the problem with winter,

Isn’t it?

Everything is pale, unless

It’s dark with age

Or even death,

Blasted trees and such

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Snow is romantic

While it’s falling,

But if the temperatures stay low

Then the ground is white snow or,

Well, ground

For a long while

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There is no solution;

Painting earth won’t help

And what of the limpid winter sky?

Besides, there’s learning here

Via looking out,

Remembering that colors all are

Grand and

We should cherish them and use them

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I know, pretty straightforward

For a poem;

But I was thinking about

Recessive traits:

I have freckles on pale skin,

Blue eyes,

Left-handedness,

All sorts of other things, I’m sure

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For these, I don’t think

I’m worthless

Or you for your recessives

Or you for your dominants

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We can (all) have bold things,

Brings the colors in—

Keep them inside in other ways

Along with textures and

Unearthly sounds

And bell-like laughter

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The senses are bright

And always so

As we might manage them

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Taste and see,

Hear and touch,

Smell—and time be released

For these

(from time to time)

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I don’t know about a wonderful life,

But it can be

And more so

A sensate life

In any season

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C L Couch

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Photo by Steve Johnson on Unsplash

Mixed media painting inspired by Stonehenge.

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