Winter Color

The color shines brightest
when the world is cold and white.

About this poem. 

This is the amazing shrinking poem. It began as an essay, was cut down to a multi-stanza poem, and then word by word, whittled to its essence.

A lesson learned a decade ago. One I need to remind myself of over and over, like a bad student.

The picture was taken nearby my house, on the way to Pawlet, Vermont.

Tom