My skin is kind of sort of brownish Pinkish yellowish white. My eyes are greyish blueish green, But I’m told they look orange in the night. My hair is reddish blondish brown, But it’s silver when it’s wet. And all the colors I am inside Have not been invented yet.
Tonight’s post is about the colors of the Fall in Duluth, Minnesota, 2012.
It is a poem of pictures:
May the moon’s fullness fill you with awe.
May it’s liquid flow wash over you with grace.
May your tears empty and replenish you.
May you awaken to beauty on the morrow.
May your breath be as vibrant as the colors of fall.
May you be emboldened each step of your way.
May we, and others . . . together . . . find our way to peace.