It's not that there's anything new to say
about them
they just never get old

these orange blue
and purple swirls
I look at them

as they swallow up what was night
and let the mind add it's own
cohesion

I've been blessed in life

to always see
how the colors seem to get more brilliant
and stay with me in thought

rather than bleed out
and either dry up or  
fade away

the point being in particular  
that my brain hasn't failed me yet
or each morning to connect

these marvelous dots

Whit Howland © 2020