In a World Devoid of Color

I want to share pictures

of my Pablo Picasso Pear.

Quite redundant,

but nonetheless,

the colors warm me.

In the gray
that is most of our days here,
in the foggy soup of our winter,
punctuated by hopeful blue skies
and wet cold,
this little pear has given me
joy in the moment.
Joy for the happy, artful decomposition,
before I could sink my teeth into it
kind of way.
It's also
a Gerard Manley Hopkins pear.
Glory to God
for dappled things..
Whatever is fickle, freckled (who knows how?)
kind of pear.

Hope to be back more.
It has been an interesting month.
Good mixed in with the soup of life.
A pinch of whatever,
tablespoons of goodness,
and some very full cups
of sadness.
best to all e.