A Blood-Red Hue
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As the cycles of night and day renew,
a rising sun inks ebony skies blue.
And making crystal drops of morning dew
sparkle like diamonds, Dawn's first light breaks through.
While the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
the twinkling stars disappear right on cue.
And an owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shapeless silhouettes come into view.
And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake to bid night ado,
basking in sunlight, as they're known to do.
Cotton clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's frescoes, no artist can outdo,
for inspiration; it's Her they turn to.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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