What do i choose to see?
the muddy browns of inchoate puddles
or the foamy frothy slate gray sea
the dawn chromes that transform themselves
into the demonic deep shades of a torrid afternoon
yet there is somewhere a promise
of a beautiful eve
can i really choose a color sieve??
The dewy dark greens of my garden leaves
while busy bees around them hum their own dwelling beats
a riot of colors,
a burst of new life,
can there be anything more vibrant than a spring so sweet!
I can learn
I can try
like each subtle hue around me
merge into the darker
or rise against it
free-flowing into the lighter
Isn't this whole journey
like one big pursuit
to find that true gradient?
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