So cheerful are the early soft Spring days.
My mind drifts forward to the sunny rays,
that surely come when Winter cold is gone,
and showy flowers by His hand are drawn.
Each morning grants phantasmagoric sights
that thrill the eyes with flowers from the night’s
surging buds of panchromatic color
and trumpet praises as God’s extoller.
We are reminded of His sacrifice
and triumphant rebirth of our dear Christ.
When all seems more optimistic and bright
with joy and hope and Him as guiding light.
All’s well with our world and it’s going strong.
past is behind and forthward we belong.
Categories:
panchromatic, flower, god, growth, nature,
Form: Sonnet
The colours of my heart
shine bright
with vivid fantasies
and future fairytales
enlightened by soft hues
of long lost childhood dreams.
Baby blues,
earthly greens
and clouds of passion pink
create a kaleidoscope
so beautiful when seen
through my own lens.
A myriad of failures
reflect in discontent
to obscure insufficient images
seen through your own judgement.
I am panchromatic,
falsely seen as achromatic,
by your optical perception
when doubtful shades
absorb my light.
Dawn defends the spectrum
with a brilliant golden blaze
as the rainbow of my life
spans across
the bold blue skies.
Categories:
panchromatic, faith, fantasy, inspirational, life,
Form: I do not know?