Colors of Amazement

Think of the colors
your eyes absorb;

the frequencies of
light.

The slow hazy purple
of the mountains in
the distance, the

pinkening snow at
sunset. The hues
that lay between
the two and

can only
be felt in
your heart.

All we see
and take into
our souls through
our eyes

builds
in us a cataclysm
of emotion and
desire.

Our being longs
to traverse
the expansive
valley between
us and the foothills
on the grey, white
rim of our horizon.

Will we stop
long enough
to indulge the
wonder and assuage
the awe?  This is our
life's long journey.

Will we take it
in, or cast it off
to pretend to arrive
at the arrive-less shores
of pretending we have
greater things to do?

If you feel your
way through the
winter vista, you
will feel a whisper
of golden light
among the lilac
shades of sunset
in the holler.

Pause;
only pause.

Painting by George Sotter, Bucks County Impressionist, 1921.