Painted Glory
A pink red sun hovers above my bed
Beneath the sea I ride my horse aloft
With streaming mane through currents swirling path
To see his majesties evening show
Every day I wonder how he thrills my soul
He mixes up his paints and flings his brush aside
Against the sun to spill some yellow glow
Then blue strokes turn satin sky purple soft
Jagged mountain rises up, falls back to the sea
And last the waves are strewn above the shore
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2019
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