A rose is both meditation and magic. Sometimes you need to get close. Really close. Close enough that you become what and who you are looking at. So close that you become the hue. So close you step into magic. Why is yellow so inviting? Roses, scrambled eggs, sun and goldfinches. And my favorite: yellow No 2 pencils.
takes a yellow pencil to pen a poem about a yellow rose
Old pals hit the alleyways, to score a bit of jubilation
ReplyDeleteMountains, big skies, dry lands beckon--
there she is with an ice cream cone
too good to be contained much longer