Fear of Color

For years you have been afraid of color, living
between white walls, drawing
in pen and ink, admiring
color in others, but
rarely in yourself.

What then changed?
What spring brought you to bud,
to this place where suddenly
your world of lines
and detail seems drab as death,

and you dance in the garden,
a sprite beckoning the rose?

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As a couple of my past posts have made clear, I have spent most of my life pretty monochromaticly. But moving here to Vermont, I have become brighter. The walls in my house, my clothes, my art – all have more color than before. I am not sure why, I just know it’s so. 

The picture was taken outside Rona’s house a couple of days ago. Her rose bushes are about to go wild, but I was able to capture this picture of the moment before opening. You can click on the picture for a larger version. 

Tom