Life is the color of things:
of place, of thoughts, of people, of sky and trees.
(I have lived in gray, know that place well, for which I am grateful –
for its gift is to know, for the first time, the color of things).
Life is the color of things, and
it is good to breathe the riches of sky and earth,
of shadows across sky, of green grass that carries earth’s fragrance,
of long autumns and bright maples, of spring melting snow banks,
of a navy blue awakening, dawn.
The color of things lives in the eyes of friends, when sadness lurks,
when pain is not covered with dull happiness. The color of things, this gift, earth, and all
that is in it,the heart, and all that is in it.