Photography Friday // Springs Blooms in Grayscale

I often wonder

As I go about day to day,

Does the rest of the world

See only in gray?

They walk all about

With dim eyes and dim frowns,

With hands in their pockets,

And gaze on the ground.

Are they so immune

To the electric blue of the sky

The pink of the lilies

That they lower their eyes?

Spring is to smell

To inhale the colors, to breath

Purple, orange, mustard,

And vast miles of green.

I often wonder

As I watch the sun set for the day

Does the rest of the world

See only in gray?

I often wonder

As I go about day to day,

Does the rest of the world

See only in gray? 

~W.N.H.

Poetically,
Blooms and whatnot,
~The Scribbler in the Attic