by Brandy Robertson
"It's too cold, It's too flat" Chime the age-old compaints Yet we continue to linger With non-existent restraints All around us creations Of new life can be seen As a dull brownish canvas Explodes into vibrant greens The sun rears its face Well into the night With a sauna-like heat And high definition light We are awestruck by colors As the greens change to golds With a newfound appreciation Watching the portrait unfold In a world blanketed in white It's early to sleep for the sun The day possesses a crispness Felt entirley by everyone Leading a quiet existence This vast open space Possessing surreal beauty A display of elegance and grace