Indigo

Indigo

To achieve the

desired blue

the cloth had to

be lifted in

and out of the vats

in the heat

of India, Nigeria

or Thailand

Indigo- you used

to wear that deep- dyed hue,

it suited you

Indigo

a blue as

deep as your eyes,

the lashes a flight of geese

on the last stripe of blue as the

sky plunges towards night.

Barbara Strang.

Snow- Flakes

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow
Descends the snow.

Even as our cloudy fancies take
Suddenly shape in some divine expression,
In the troubled heart doth make
In the white countenance confession,
The troubled sky reveals
The grief it feels.

This is the poem of the air,
Slowly in silent syllables recorded;
This is the secret of despair,
Long in its cloudy bosom hoarded.
Now whispered and revealed
To wood and field.

        Henry Wadsworth Longfellow