I will have me a symphony of coloring. I
will enmesh me in the noon sun’s gold and wind about me the moonlight’s
silver sheen. I will dream in a gown made of the haze of a summer
evening twilight, and I will have robe on robe of the sky’s deep blue,
and I will line them with clouds of ermine, and from their trailing
folds red stars will gleam. I will pluck the green from the treetops,
where wild birds nest and sing, and in the weaving I will ensnare a
song. And when Sorrow is my guest, I will wear a gown made of the cold,
gray mist.
Muriel Strode
What a dull world it would be without colour!
ReplyDeleteThe color blind miss out on so much.
DeleteWhat a beautiful piece of writing.
ReplyDeleteIt is. I love finding writings from times past.
DeleteThis is beautiful!!!
ReplyDeleteThankfully we have gray mist to remind us that our world is made-up of many wonderful shades of colors~
Indeed, so many wondrous colors.
DeleteColor is fun and love to play with color and even step outside of line.
ReplyDeleteVery nice words …
ReplyDeleteAll the best Jan
A very beautiful writing!!
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