A juicy splash of vibrant life
some pumpkin pulp upon the knife
a friendly fire’s licking tongue
the eye of dusk when it’s still young
majestic sweeps of monarch wings
an oriole that brightly sings
or Tygers twixt their midnight bands
that stalk the distant Martian sands.
Are You Reading Me?
tada! Orange! Is you color gradation to set priority or just for interest? Either way, it works. Shirley
ReplyDeleteDon't forget my high school colors...orange and black. Yuck.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful vibrant poem to awaken to ! Thanks
ReplyDeleteGlenn
Hi Shirley, it was just for the look. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteHey Oz, sorry to bring back bad memories :(
Yo Glenn, you're welcome, sorry no vitamin C value ;-)
Hello Travis, thanks that's all I was trying to do, though I did give a little nod to Blake at the end for one of my favorite poems. 8^D Take care!