delicate pink wash
a smudge above a treeline
on a dark canvas
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
Musings from an insignificant writer
more that just a path
A Journal of Poetic Observations
Pictures and Poetry, Picture Poetry
My Journey on the Lonely Road to Deaf Acceptance
Ellen Grace Olinger
Just words and more words, as they come of their own accord.
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