7:27 Am
As I look through the tree branches and wires,
it appears as if there are many fires.
That is the sky on this February morning.
The sun is about to appear at dawning.
There is a mixture of red, orange, yellow and blue.
The Georgia dawn sky is a motley hue.
This is the view mortals get from the earth.
It has been that way since before my birth.
We need not always take it as a warning.
It is merely nature’s display on a winter’s morning.
Written from a set of photographs presented by another member of a now-defunct
poetry site.
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