28 Degrees on Saturday, February 26th

As the light approaches, the earth takes shape like clay pressed beneath a seal; it is robed in brilliant colors.

— Job 38:14

I contemplate the grays I see, standing 

on my porch when it is 28 degrees—

our silly fat and faded ceramic frog, 

the top of our pear tree against 

the powdery sky, the bald cypress

and elms and pecans in our neighborhood,

and I am reminded of something I read 

somewhere defining gray as having no 

luminosity, but standing here looking 

at this cool hue at dawn, I see it more 

as a distillation of colors, a vibrancy of life 

resting, but underneath a hint of silvery-light

just waiting to be released to the world.

—C.L. Fisher, February 2022

Unless otherwise indicated, all writings and images are the work of C.L. Fisher and may not be copied, used, or distributed without permission.

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