Ignorance

I do not know the name of the hue,
But I have seen it and can describe it
In the rain-washed grass lit by the sun in the late afternoon.
Or the color, like a violet but not quite,
Surrounding the gray dead leaves in the subtle shade of the trees
Which I also do not know the names of.
I do not know the names of the flowers that line my walk
And there is no one around to tell me.
I could go inside and look it up,
But no, I'd like to stay ignorant for a little while longer
Just so I can feel the warmth of the sun on my skin
And think of the things that are important to know.