Blog of Jennifer J. Wilhoit/TEALarbor stories: Nature’s Pink

pink – that soft quartzy shade – appeared in blotches across the sky

playing peek-a-boo through cold steel clouds

yesterday, just before dusk

and i was smitten all over again with the natural world

i’ve never been a fancier of pink – clothing, jewelry, furnishings, paintings

… perhaps it was the ‘60s-faint-pinkish-gray bathroom downstairs in my

childhood home:

a room i always disliked

… or maybe it was the hot pink upstairs bathroom in that same house:

the one that, when lit up at night, glowed fiery through the

window alarming many passersby who would call the

fire department

though strawberry ice cream was my favorite when i was a five

… the big hunks of fruit in the cheap sav-on brand,

fifteen cents for one, a quarter for two scoops

but when nature displays itself in pink:

… sunrise- and sunset-painted skies, indonesian coral, the dark swirl of a

shell, tulip and carnation petals, a pigeon’s feet or cat’s pads or my

beloved dog’s tongue, reflected on early morning water, cliffs

and leaves and feathers, krill and pigs

it becomes a miracle, a thing to behold, a gift -

blessed and welcome,

revered and loved –

pink-clad nature

i whispered thank you as i gazed up into the swirl of gentle rose sky

… feeling something within loosen and love

Welcome!