Colour (March)

[Abstract] Sun-curled leaves taken by wind force fallen light-brown into rain sediments lie where drifted around ragged pools dried yesterday, a March of too much heat, then white rainfall. Elongated white trunks and piebald branches, whether bark or shadow, breathe morning air, existences for all seasons, their topmost dull greens entertaining daybreak, itself complete white-yellow. Siennas of houses steeped in light block the scene but washes of blue insist on more water, whether sky or human, moving where birds of orange indigo circle with purpose. Train window for emphasis frames these elements, commuter-viewers decked behind glass in their autumn fashions.