a purple foxglove
stands proud amongst the grasses
of our unmown lawn
a purple foxglove
stands proud amongst the grasses
of our unmown lawn
delicate pink wash
a smudge above a treeline
on a dark canvas
the first blaze of dawn
burnt orange and azure blue
belie winter’s chill
winter trees ablaze
branches stark on flaming sky
one of nature’s tricks
throwing back the drapes
startled by dawn’s crimson blaze
a moment and gone
blue skies but the sun
has a frosty countenance
and a nippy mood
specious-looking sun
promising an early spring
the faintest pink blush
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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