cherry
red sky blossoms
as the sun takes her rest
under blankets by firepits
we wait for silver stars
and the ivory moon
to sing us tunes before
sleep lures us into dreams
as the sun takes her rest
under blankets by firepits
we wait for silver stars
and the ivory moon
to sing us tunes before
sleep lures us into dreams
- Written for Twiglet #198 - cherry red sky
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A perfect poem for this photo. I love, "the ivory moon"
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ReplyDeleteLovely poem. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLovely serene poem... silver stars, ivory moon like an exquisite piece of jewelry
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ReplyDeleteDo you know of the folk rhyme; Red skies at night a sailors delight, Red in the morning sailors take warning.
Nicely penned. :)
Jules, actually I hadn't until I did a bit of research for this piece. Thanks for stopping by
DeleteThank you everyone for reading and commenting
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