Pocono Dawn
Pocono Dawn
Dawn crept over the horizon,
like a muffled piece of grey felt;
cloaked in mist, blanketed in opalescent fog.
As the minutes pass,
the powder blue of morn seeped atop
jagged toothed conifer forest.
Clouds turn from periwinkle to azure,
cotton batting unrolls filling the firmament.
Slowly, softly, the sunlight
bleaches clean the dusky dawn;
bringing forth a deep emerald-green
woodland morn;
strewn with wild lavender salvia,
flush and new born as the day.;
back lit with the acrid yellow effervescence
of sunshine
adorned.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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