woods walks|poetry
5.
angry
I am angry at the woods today
for its obstinate lack of color
I prefer seductions of turquoise and coral
sunlight casting cobalt by noon
easing a dusk-ward slide into violet
a shiver of indigo the fragrance of cedar
breathe in the greys, the pond sludge whispered
pewter, carbon, slate, silver, steel and shadow
close your eyes and taste on your fingertips
all that is magically duller