Vermeer taught me to notice how many hues and nuanced shades
Add up to one perception.
The sky is never grey all on its own.
There are violent lavenders,
Soft creams,
And wintry pink suffusing the clouds.
Parrish taught me to love a color, namely blue.
Steel, robin’s egg, the deep edge of twilight.
What a color for a sky.
This one shade in all its variations can make me
Ache, and ache, and ache.
Trotter taught me to look and really see a thing for what it is.
The honesty of the sky is also its elegance.
I feel it again as I look up through these trees,
All framing this many hued sunrise with their perfect curves and
Sighing boughs.
I want to stay here in the middle of the street
Watching the night slip away.
I want to hold onto this colorful morning,
Bold winter’s night racing past me, through me.
It takes all the greys with it.
All Things: 