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| Sunrise side |
Shadows are cast,
olive gives way to chartreuse,
blue fades to gray,
and storm clouds flirt with the sun
as a patina of platinum
glosses sky and mountain rim,
where I sit, midday, writing this poem,
inspired neither by sunrise nor sunset,
but a moment folded in between,
festooned either side
with wildflowers, grasses, and pines
halved by a winding road
ribboning its way along ridgeway’s spine;
raindrops unhindered by the divide.
by Margaret Bednar, August 10, 2019
Linked with “Imaginary Garden with Real Toads - Just One Word - Halved”
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| Sunset side |
8 comments:
Gorgeous, Margaret. Every word.
A beautiful scene you painted with your words :)
My goodness this is so beautiful, Margaret!!❤️
A beautiful interpretation of halves!
Never underestimate the beauty of a quiet afternoon. I love the way you made it real for the reader.
Sooo tranquil a scene and place:
"inspired neither by sunrise nor sunset,
but a moment folded in between,
festooned either side
with wildflowers, grasses, and pines." A writer or poet come to write, an artist to sketch and paint, who wouldn't be inspired to be creative?
Beautiful place also by it's picture, perfect for hiking or cycling.
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What a beautiful poem to read Margaret.
So beautiful...
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