A Blood-Red Hue
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The cycle of night and day starts anew
as a rising sun inks ebony blue.
And causing crystal drops of morning dew
to sparkle like diamonds, Dawn's light breaks through.
As the horizon bleeds a blood-red hue,
the twinkling stars disappear right on cue.
A lone owl breaks the silence with a "whoo,"
as shapeless silhouettes come into view.
And a rooster crows cock-a-doodle-doo,
announcing Sol's spectacular debut.
Sleeping songbirds wake to bid night ado,
basking in the light, as they're known to do.
Cotton clouds absorb tints like a tissue,
held aloft with an invisible glue.
Nature's frescoes, no artist can outdo,
for inspiration, it's Her; they look to.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2023
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