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Pale Colours Of Dawn

Sunrise painting sky palest shade of blue.
Break of dawn as usual with pale yellow hue.
Tint in the clouds of pale purple so true.
A gradient of gentle pale colours risen anew.

Dawn

Early, in the pre-dawn hush
I heard the robins sing,
and then a sleepy breeze awoke 
and made the wind chimes ring.
 
Their blended notes in concert sweet 
soon filled the morning air 
as on horizon's stage the dawn 
danced in and waited there.
 
In all her newfound finery, 
her dress in filmy hues 
of lavender and rosy pinks, 
and shades of palest blue.
 
At last, the music died away, 
and dawn, in golden gauze, 
slipped off her skirts and left the stage, 
to a rooster's loud applause.

anagram-- forest haiku

palest forest ~

     grows softer in pastel 

 of night
               fall

Colors of the Morning

One early autumn morning, before the sun awoke, 
before the moon had disappeared, or any robin spoke. 
I opened up my window to feel the breezes play 
and let a breath of beauty in before the hectic day. 

I gazed across the river, where hills of palest green, 
like candle-lighted altars, glowed soft in morning's sheen. 
The crowds of hooded oak trees, a congregation there, 
drew close their cloaks of shadow and bowed as if in prayer. 

While gray upon the distance there lay a fragile mist, 
as wispy as a spider's web, as gentle as a kiss. 
The colors of the morning, a palette softly spun, 
would linger but a moment more before the singing sun.

Who Guides the Artist?

Love comes in myriads of color
from palest lavender sunsets
and softest pink of twilight
to deepest rose of dawn
What guides the artist
in his pure strokes
that adorn
canvas
cloth

Looking For Owls

When nightfall dips in palest of gold
I feel a sense of indignity,
  As owl's melody  loses its eloquence
Through the absence of a safe abode;
Where quietude calls for avian coos
    The kind which never seeks to intrude…
And its orbed eyes larger than neons, freeze
In need of natue's hued, aerial parade---
   
Startled, bird's forest trail is washed out
    By mourning dew of poison
Denying the barren woods of nourishment
   while allowing thieves to skin owl feathers,
  mangled  talons   like so, wasted  --- 

Wise keeper of secrets, hushing the noise.
Life marvels at your nocturnal guardianship
 yet,  this world shares not your moonlit toots
 lithography of hills no longer owns
    your delicate interludes of silence...

Man ravages bird navel, flesh , and plumes
For trading quests, for self- interest ---
    Can this earthly slaughter  cease
   sucking nectar    soil of birds dry?

Somehow, I still  hail the dwindling number
   of hooting owls
Which believes that the next generations
will wander on an environ, 
 Soaring their  wings...   joyously free at last.

Perch Bones

The fillet was supposed to be boneless
but it wasn't
It caught me off guard, midmeal.
Between bites of slaw and baked potato
It wedged in the top of my whiskered throat
there was the palest form of panic,
I swallowed hard a few times
swigged root beer
everyone's eyes grew wide
it finally dislodged after a few attempts
thank God perch bones are thin.

At times, the death of something loved 
comes out of nowhere 
from the cloudy depths
ruins the confidence
twists the heart into unrecognizable things
life is so very thin like perch bone dreams.

Painted Brushes

Ancient painted woodland rushes, 
nature's beauty, painted thrushes, 
homeland under vivid bushes, 
lovely Indian Paintbrushes. 

Deepest, dearest, darkest red, 
scented, softly in my head. 
velvet stem and softest leaf 
colored beyond all belief. 

Tickling that which it touches,
sentry keeping guarded watch as 
danger passes, gentle swatches 
of all time and breath she catches 

Yellow cousin, next of kin,
palest fragrance, fair of skin.
Summer scented sweetest two 
living, light-filled gift to you.

she dresses spicy

She dresses spicy with ruffles and satin so bright.
We know she’s here, because the air gets light.
The chiffon on her sleeves are the palest tan.
She dances in high boots, with cutouts that can.

Who is her dressmaker the plain women ask.
She designs herself says her Great Uncle Flask.
He is not always reliable, and a braggart so…
We have no idea if this is the truth, as you know.

Woven Worlds

A mother sat and watched her daughter playing
with the other girls, whose parents had also come to watch
the performance. They gathered in clumps, chatting brightly,
awaiting the start. The girls jostled each other,
giggled, and high-fived. 

dancing princess
	palest pink tutu
   exiting stage left
perfect updo spilling
	“Batter up!”

Quickening

A blue pastel haze
On this midwinters day
envelops the world as we know it around

I pause in this whistling quiet of snow
And take in the absense of sound

Within I felt a budding
the slightest little nudge
has cracked this frozen layered facade
I believed no way would budge


Hold out I will for eventual thaw
Winter will pass this way by and by
As closely I harken the whisper of spring
On a wind as soft as a sigh

The palest of light shines through this gloom
emitted from a distant shore
embrace it I will for its life giving warmth
As I have received it before

Joyously I welcome it 
though its light at present is vague
Soaking it inwardly warming this core
melting this ice crusted ache

Floralku

Palest shades on top
White lilacs above violets
Softens bouquet's look


[based on reading tips for the floral design called 
"A Sense of Colour" pg. 142-143 in "BUNCH UP!: 
A Step-by-step Guide for Budding Florists" 
by Irene Cuzzaniti]

Supplication

Look at us O heavens deity! 
Look at us from Heaven Bower
Supplicants at thee are gazing
Bounties unto them thou shower
Midst of palest lights they singth
Hymns for Thee in Holy hour

A Mile High, Maybe

Columbine in the mountains are the palest of blues; 
Ours are more intense. 
Gentle born ahigh and free 
Tougher raised from within a fence. 

Blooms match the hue of and reach for the sky,
Elsewhere its polluted, they're more likely to die. 

By the highest mountain 
Find the coolest breeze. 
The most fragrant nectar 
invites the buzziest  bees. 

And the flies of butter and the birds which hum, 
Edwin James knew for such sweetness 
they all promised to come. 

In lowness a wind can blow  harsh intoxication, 
But closer to God may be  heavenly 'proximation. 

"Such color" they say, "such strength in powerful hue", 
Or perhaps instead energy drawn from pain, ills or rue. 
Oh Columbine speak with your pallette what say you? 
Is your gift the intense or the Colorado blue?

Colors In the Sky

"Two doves in white flying, feathers glow beneath the morning's rainbow colors"
–	Charles Messina

The two fly smoothly side by side
through the shimmering shades of morn.
Their spotless souls softly collide
and a new dauntless day is born.

They pass beyond billowing blues,
subtle shades of watermelon,
rambling rose, and palest peach hues,
all as beautiful as those of Heaven.

Feathers refracting, reflecting
rainbow corals and crepe hues.
Comely clouds calmly projecting
tinges as tangerine imbues.

Flashing, fluttering, subtle tints
flow freely from the lovely dove,
nuances of tones give us hints
reminding us of our God’s love.

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