Watching
A cold March night
changes clothes
from mornings
black
to daylights
blue
to sunsets
red
Back to black
A blood red sky shifts
into darkness as I stand
outside at sunset
Fantasy in light
reflecting the horizon
red fire and blue ice
I wrote this for, Jingle’s Poetry Thursdays. I missed last weeks and did not want to miss this weeks.
http://jingleyanqiu.wordpress.com/2010/03/02/thursday-poets-rally-poets-homecoming-week/
I used the picture I took tonight at sunset. I loved how this one turned out, even as my hand shook slightly. Of course, Uriah has to be in on the sunset pictures.
Do you see a poem inside this picture? Or maybe there is one right outside your door.
Have a great day!!
