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Look to the glowing skies,

Magic before my eyes.

Snow flutters to the ground

Without even a sound.

Masking the dirt with white,

So pretty and so bright.

I hope it can remain this way,

A blanket for one more day.

 

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THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

 

THE CRIMSON REFLECTION

 

The sky’s crimson reflection

mars the ocean’s blue surface.

As the sun sets for the night,

it hides behind the darkening clouds.

The sky dips into its bag of tricks

to bring forth a yellowed moon.

As the sky becomes inky black,

the water flows blood red.

From the murky depths,

dark creatures rise this night.

Onto our crisp white shores, they walk,

leaving bloody footprints in the sand.

 

THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist

REFLECTIONS

Sky Explosion (by drxgonfly)

 

 

Reflections from above

surround me like a glove.

Hues of purple and pink

make me ponder and think.

I lift my face high

to the starry sky.

What is the reason I am here?

Why do I live my life in fear?

Questions in my mind

seek what I can’t find.

A shooting star streaks by.

“Is this my answer?” I sigh.

A bird perches near my arm.

I jump in fear and alarm.

Its black eyes stare back at me

and with a wink, it flies free.

I am alone with the night

with the moon at its full height.

My fear falls away like a cloak.

I begin to cry with a choke.

The bird has shown me a place

where I can reveal my face.

 

ALONE WITH NATURE

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

 

AN ARTIST’S PALETTE

 

Nature leaves an artist’s imprint

on all that it reaches.

Waves of the ocean can appear

in the coldest reaches.

Nature’s colorful palette

extends from the sky to beaches.

We might try to copy nature’s soft stroke,

but we must listen to what it teaches.

A FANTASY COME TRUE

EYES TO THE SKY

 

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast hot fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

 

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

 

A CERULEAN SIGH

Yosemite valley by kmm625

 

A CERULEAN SIGH

 

Mountains reach for the sky,

Arms reaching so high.

White cotton balls drifting by

On a Cerulean sigh.

 

The cold air hits my face

As I pick up my pace.

I must get home soon post haste

Before my nest falls to waste.

 

Babies wait for mother

And not any other.

Beaks open wide for some food,

Squeaking in their frantic mood.

 

I can see my nest from here.

I soar down as I draw near.

Little heads bop up and down

As I dive closer to ground.

 

Chirps of joy greet my ears,

Helps allay any fears

That an intruder entered my domain.

I am happy that all appear the same.