I wonder at the nuance of the trees
behind the pool. A uniform quartet–
except in shade. A visual to whet
perception’s appetite. So God decrees
that verdant mood emerge this way in these
(a light green, olive, lush, and darker yet).
Sometimes perspective slips, and I forget
to recognize the beauty in degrees.
The blatant variations often clash
and blind awareness. Likeness is the key;
it fills the palette. Though it may be true
that counter colors make the loudest splash,
there’s muted sound in similarity:
the underrated eloquence of hue.