The moon is still sleeping
A crescent yet to start the day
Snuggled in a wreath of mist
Waiting till day comes
To wake it with the warmth
.
Creeping orange
In the hills
The little homes
Are still snuggled
In a baby blue sky
Sleeping away yesterday
.
Eos’s alabaster fingers
Dip into the pot of rose and water
Painting streaks of pinks
Down the chill skies
It will not be this way
Until day is done passing by
And sunset begins
With honeyed fingers
Dripping honey-rose
Across the sky
Beautiful…
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What a beautiful description of dawn
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A vibrant, descriptive poem! The drama of colour images on the march!
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Lovely visuals here.
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exquisite play of colours and textures.
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Lovely verse 🙂
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Just beautiful!!!
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gorgeous painting of dawn til’ dusk, word by word… so beautiful!
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Dripping honey rose across the sky… no better sunset than that!
http://www.kimnelsonwrites.com/2013/01/14/in-three/
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