Sunday, December 21, 2014

Snow Canyon Solstice

Green, black, red, white--earth rarely provides
Such colors in such proximity.
Blue and grey against the white, against

The dun, against the ochre, olive,
Subtleties even the eye grown used
To garish exaggeration finds

Discomfiting, like the odd power
Of old taboo expressions, so gone
We've got no equivalents. God's flesh.

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