Looks great, don’t you think?
A world like out of a dream
where all you see looks the same.
The gray would be a delight if topped in white,
but the snow is gray even in light.
A singular four-legged creature running about.
One kind of bird in one kind of tree.
One kind of insect, maybe pollinating bees,
buzzing flowers that are only one hue
—and that’s gray, too.
It’s what we are when the world is wonder.
Too much complexity?
Too much diversity?
Well then, maybe a hand to smooth it all away
so there’s no one to see the gray…
©April 2017, Christina Anne Hawthorne