Stranger beauty

I look and see a stranger beauty
Flowering above the murky undergrowth

Faces people seemingly blank
Crowds of crows with no faces

Gawk the sound of trumpets baying
Baying like a soulful wind

They turn to face and then see
A stranger beauty inside

Gilded cloak of shadows briefly flutters in the breeze
World of color erupts before me

Winter is so mean



Mediocrity comes in many colors and shades,
Excuse me now, while I count the ways
the cream, the bone, the offwhite, the ivory or the beige.
Mother of pearl, cloud grey, navy or spaceship grey
And when we mix it all, it just becomes a haze.