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.