B&W

I barely lived in black and white,

most of my childhood playing

back like an old film.

One day I saw the world in color;

the blue of the sky bled to orange,

dandelions freckled the green grass.

The whole world seemed real

in a way it never had before.

These days have been saturated, filled with color and light and shadows.

They aren't perfect, but I'd be sad

if anything was different.