Tuesday, March 07, 2017

rufescency

Touches of red punctuate the day.

The way rose-coloured glass stands on guard for a hub of domesticity.

How curling rocks roll up to camouflage against painted Timmy's cups: red granite on pebbled ice. 

The way road closure maps scream a blood-coloured warning. Stay away commands the network of red lines, a spider's web of blizzard-blocked highways. There's a good reason you don't travel to the cottage in winter. 

The winter tomatoes, though, are pale pink, at best.

 

6 comments:

Eugene K said...

Whatever those pink things are in the grocery store in winter, I just don't believe they are actually tomatoes.
https://youtu.be/VAJq6sHNktc

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Nope, you are right, Eugene; they are some sort of pink plastic mass. Let's hear it for homegrown tomatoes!

John Mutford said...

the font that entices one to respond

Barbara Bruederlin said...

It's a powerful colour, John.

Erik Donald France said...

Nicely wrought, indeed: 'red granite on pebbled ice.'

Barbara Bruederlin said...

*takes a bow* - Thank you, Erik.