Colors

The Frangipanis have stopped blooming. My stone urn was empty for a while. Then I noticed them. Bright yellow and calling out to me. Don’t know what they are called. And then another bush of candy-floss pink, and a few of them sitting proudly on the ground. The pastel yellow-white hues in my urn are now a riot of colors. Some go, others come. No vacuum in nature. Or in life.