
Come, ask for color—
a fired sky, a dazzle-day,
brilliant blue and champagne-clouded
like kisses of joy
falling–
go fish for them
in the vast sea of the universe,
storm-tumbled
secret voices, lingering
in ghost-whispered rhythms
exploring
all, how, when,
and if roses recall summer–
and if you do.
Today’s message from the Oracle with a photo from this morning. It’s unseasonably warm, but it was damp and foggy earlier this morning.