The deep navy waves of my jeans
bunch up at the frayed tears near my knees
forming white caps before a storm.
I pull on a nubby, tree-bark sweater
weathered like the old maple oaks.
My thin foggy tee clings closely against my chest
and a scarf woven from dormant grasses
wraps loosely around my neck.
I drape my body in winter’s hues.
The dull gray undertones
soothe and center me.
While I admire the the radiance of
magnolia blooms,
laser rays of sun,
variegated greens,
and turquoise oceans,
they are colors best worn
by the peacocks of the world.
I choose to remain camouflaged
in the weave of naked branches
that fringe the rolling hills
around the lake.
The Way I See It 
I absolutely adore this piece. The imagery is fantastic. I would have to say I’m with you- I tend to be drawn towards winters hues. With some olive green / burgundy colors of fall in there too. I’d never thought about that before. Nice slice!
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Magnificent imagery (“weave of naked branches that fringe the rolling hills”) that is so spot on! Now I am thinking about my own wardrobe and what it says about me… thank you for continually inspiring me to think in color, textures and seasons.
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Beautiful images and contrast. You made me long for a scarf woven of dormant grasses to wrap loosely around my neck.
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Oh my goodness, I wore my hot pink coat on a hike through the woods, still painted in browns and greys, and I felt so out of place. Your beautiful writing put to words what I was feeling.
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You are a pink carnation in the underworld.
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Your imagery sparkles. I especially love: “nubby, tree-bark sweater
weathered like the old maple oaks.”
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Incredible images in this piece. Wow!
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