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Winter Black and White

It was a strange light, perhaps not light at all; eerily gray tinged hues, somewhere between black and white, pale wisps of deep dark etchy purples and charcoal swatches display tips in silver and platinum. A rich nickel plated flow of clouds painting the sky in a primer of puce and clear white quartz floating and filling the sky. Smoky white linens dressing what once was the blinding bright white ball of sun long disappeared into the misty haze of fog like old lace creamed in eggshell gravies. Vanilla seared trees stood skeletons along the horizon sweet and savory in the mix of clear cold rain blended into flakes of snow de-boned by wind and chilled with champagne memories. As they day progressed, all faded discolored leaves and browning grass slept quiet and undisturbed in the winter interlude of black and white time.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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