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.
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