And to a time of all Beauty – The Ginkos arms
Are raised in Obeisance this morning –
And the maple behind my studio is full of dreaming
The wet dark limbs holding a multitude of color – not color
Just ephemeral shades of indescribable Thereness
of what we call color – the muted shades are pinks and flesh
and chartreuse and all is perfectly still on the ground
is a soft circle of even more muted shades - Emily Mason Rose (1909-2011)
