Dyeing
Here, poised on the tip of winter, on its nose
is where I crave colors
sought daily, always a bit starving
dickensian plight of seeing neutral tones
desperate for
fuschias, or teals, or saffrons.
Here, poised on the tip of winter, on its nose
is where I crave colors
sought daily, always a bit starving
dickensian plight of seeing neutral tones
desperate for
fuschias, or teals, or saffrons.