Monday, January 30, 2017

Monday WRites 94



SHIFTING HUES
The clouds are tinted, salmon hues,
The coolness of morning, stroking leaves,
Then, the invisible paint brush, washes
Over the clouds, once more;
Now, there are silver white clouds,
And the mocking bird, on the wall,
Hops a dance of, wing flap wing fold;
To complement, the tones of transfers,
And then, the racous call of the grackel,
Be alert, for throughout the day,
Subtle changes are happening;
Then, all vanishes, into the sleep of night,
Where dreams, can be painted,
To colour, yet another day.
SHIFTING HUES © gillena cox 2017

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