Grey-tones in Heaven announce the sleeping-times:
I wander in dying leaves & wonder at the scene, deep saturated yellow, brown, red, amber, orange, and green.
A gift of consolation in dormant days and hollows, reminding of the birth, death, and resurrection that follows?
Persephone’s journey into darkness begun, a time when seed and promise are sung.
II
Sadness on the air makes memory sweet, of the splash of warm color in five months we’ll greet;
When dull skies turn bright , and flowers dance in the Light.
But now, bulbs and acorns, tempests, and chill, still a sacred opus there is to fulfill;
Moving a bit slower, gently I look, to the comforting pages of a warm-storied book.
III
Coloring now with palettes of Mind, a whispering inside me of wonders to find;
Textures of crystal, ice, pine-cones, and rain, mystical landscapes, a Holy refrain.
Grey-tones above me, rainbows inside, stargazers counsel and poet’s confide;
Light of the World, world in the Light, for all who seek it, for all with true Sight.
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