A Little Color

 

Dawn is gray.

Dusk fights it, but it’s also gray.

Around midday, it snows

and covers everything in

millions of shades of

white.

And the nights are dark.

Pitch black dark.

And to make these bleak winter months bearable,

there needs to be color.

Like so.

imageOn my lips.

Bright red.

All day. And all night, too.