Poetry
Colours From A Winter Sky — Odd Bedfellows
From opposite ends of the visible spectrum
With backdrop of a clear blue sky Came an unexpected colour, As I took the photo upwards to Avoid the wanton squalor of a garden dressed in winter, after storms and hail and snow, of paths we should have swept, of flowerbeds unkempt…
… and rusty iron nails that leak their orange oxide from the day the treehouse almost blew away, necessitating quick repair, that will be with us for the year.
The pollarded maple branches standing straight against the sky, weren’t pink when I clicked the shutter, shielding out the garden clutter.
But in the image — here’s the thing — they’re glowing pink as though reflecting the sun of a future Spring.