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.

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

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


  2. You are indeed


  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. alarmingman says:

    Wow…this one’s amazing


  5. pjb1943 says:

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

    Think April or May !!! (maybe!)


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