A Thought…

Shadows between pedals of the flower

Makes the flower pope and grab the eye

Light and shade both from the sun rays

Gives impressions dimensionality and place

Dam the dark side of life or nay or yay

When singing Canticle of brother sun

Know the intertwined and caressed are

The darkness and the lightness.

What a forest would be

Without the shadows of the leaves and trees

To make vision look beyond and into and out of

Shadows are not black

But a mix of black and blue

Or another color

And nothing is colorless or deprived of Hugh.

Black and white stimulate

The geonomatic side of the mind.

Color conjures the emotional side of mind.

Pure form is black and white

Most thirst for more than form

In it’s purity.

Most want the world muddy.