Black and White: CFFC

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Springtime, and daffodils –
in variations of yellow –
memories now, colours
faded to black and white.

Yet, beauty lingers – the soft
edges of a perched dove,
her mourning song still echoes
a lulling, welcoming coo.

And white retains brilliance
against a backdrop of darkness,
in stillness magnifies, beauty’s
exuberance refusing to lay dormant.

(For Cee’s Fun Foto Challenge: Black and White. Also linking up to my weekly challenge: stillness. )

7 thoughts on “Black and White: CFFC”

Rupali says:

January 25, 2019 at 3:49 pm

Brilliant!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 25, 2019 at 7:52 pm
  
  Thank you!
  
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pvcann says:

January 25, 2019 at 9:27 am

Yes white retains brilliance, the photos have such clarity, and the words shine too.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 25, 2019 at 10:53 am
  
  🙏☺️
  
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sgeoil says:

January 25, 2019 at 8:22 am

Beautiful captures and soothing words.

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  January 25, 2019 at 10:52 am
  
  Thanks
  
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  1. sgeoil says:
    
    January 25, 2019 at 12:27 pm
    
    You’re welcome
    
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