“I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
A winter day I crave what little sun there is, and still in early April I will seek the sun. Today at lunch i walk around the block avoiding shadows. The sun is still too faint for warmth and in the shadows linger cold; in just another month or two the midday sun will burn and on a midday stroll I seek the shade.
Hues are different in shadows; today I noted how the sun makes colors shallow. But in the shadow colors fill. I feel the colors in the shade are harbinger of summer when green is greener and and yellow flowers brighter. But in the dark of winter you need the sun to spark some life in the rot of brown decay.
wilted grass —
its offspring still asleep
by rush-hour traffic
Toni hosts Haibun Monday today at dVerse, and challenge us to write about shadows.
April 3, 2017