Dawn 5

 Winter sun tore through fractal clouds,
Threw pink vertical lines on parasol pines,
Dripped them on pepper trees
In a Maxfield Parrish light,
Then quickly disappeared.

Standing by blooming rosemary,
I waited for a warmth that did not come.

About emmylgant

Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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8 Responses to Dawn 5

  1. pjb1943 says:

    “I waited for a warmth that did not come”.

    Think April or May !!! (maybe!)


  2. alarmingman says:

    Wow…this one’s amazing


  3. mixedupmeme says:

    You do love those parasol pines. lol
    I think I am caught up now.
    Your stuff is always great!


    • emmylgant says:

      I’ll have to post a picture because it is what I look at in the morning, first thing out the door…. Hmmm. Don’t want to be boring though.
      Thanks Meme for taking the time to catch up.


  4. You are indeed


  5. Your dawns are more epic and poetic and full of metaphor than mine.


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