Like the bare fingers of a pale dead tree,
the violet tendrils supercharge the night for just a
split second.
the violet tendrils supercharge the night for just a
split second.
Then--an eternity later--the sky's heartbeat
rumbles across the deep realm of the night.
Honestly, all this dreary weather outside has got me feeling blue. Instead of snow, I would love for a gorgeous thunderstorm to rip through the sky!
I always say, "When you're feeling blue, pick another color." As for me, I choose orange! This too, shall pass! Love ya sis.
ReplyDeleteOooh!!!!! Nice pic--perfect fit with this little poem. Great wordage! :)
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