Everywhere I look
blank pages
The world becomes invisible
with it's coating of
brilliant gleaming . . .
Nothingness . . .
It's been over a week since I have seen,
really seen,
brown or gray or tired green
and the cold is a constant ache
you'd think we'd be used to
by now
But no.
There's no getting used to
what can actually kill you
if you aren't paying attention
The sparkle of the snowlight
when the sun goes down
almost makes up for this
deep invisibility
Almost.
I've taken to wearing
loud tie-dye
just to give myself something
other than endless nothing
to look at
Today, all black except
this brilliant rich red shawl
carelessly, jauntily thrown about my neck
It took me over a week to knit it,
all the stems and buds and leaves,
but I am now wondering
if I should have added
fringe.
Beautiful!
Thanks! I added fringe. It was the right choice. 😉