A Strange Yellow Light

There is a strange yellow light in the morning
like something out of a nineteen fifties postcard,
almost garish, colors a bit too vivid
and not quite right.

Not quite right. It’s been that kind of life,
lit by lights that too often seem off,
but carry their own beauty.
You lean into the colors as you see them, happy

to find a beauty all your own.

About this poem

A lot of us in the country have had days of strange yellow light due to the forest fires in Canada.

Sometimes, I think I look at things through a strange lens. For instance, when I take pictures, they often seem dull to me. Because the camera does not take pictures as I see them. It took a lot of experimenting, but I now have a setting in my photography software that, with a touch of a button, I can make the picture look the way I see.

And that is only the visual part of how I see.

From those things, this poem. The photograph was taken at Cape Cod.

Tom