Call me simple – and indeed, I strive to be – but I’m not a colorful gal. Black and white is more my thing. Give me a gray sky any day when aspen are turning gold or I just stand there and stare overwhelmed.

This week has been colorful. Oddly enough, or so it still seems to me, the color green. Something you get a lot of here in the far northwest of California. Nothing I’m used to seeing in southern Colorado since the beetle kill decimation fifteen years ago or so. I wish I could capture it better in images to share with you now, but my camera doesn’t work well in the rain. And rain remains a prevailing theme. Rather I’ll try to capture it all in words.

In blue nights

White washed over in shades of grey

I dream of blood red days

And yet I awaken

Finding myself held

In a sea of dazzling green

Lush wet grass from last night’s rain

Into which I plunge

Letting it permeate my rawhide skin

As I lay back in damp darkening jeans

And heavy rubber boots

While over me fog hangs molten silver

Until sky is pierced with a golden sword

And emerging through steel mornings

The vibrant verdant bowl that holds me

Is suddenly awash in flaxen light

Though maybe my mood remains magenta.

Until next time,

With love, always love,

Gin