MORNING SKIES
Have you ever noticed the skies of morn?
They are so precious as a new day is born.
Birds begin to cheep
as school buses beep.
Dogs are let outdoors
and bark seemingly to add their voices to the noise.
Cats meow for morning food, soft or loud?
It all depends on their present mood.
But just then you glance to the East
seeing what you believe is a big, huge beast.
The skies are bright red
The skies are bright red
reminding you of blood from the dead.
Yet in an instant, the sun bursts through
announcing the morn;
thanking the angels that
another beautifully precious day is born.
Copyright Vallee Rose 2015
And this lovely watercolor is about to be offered as a print in my Etsy shop!
Lovely poem, and wonderful painting. Such talent.
ReplyDeleteThanks Char
DeleteVERY nice both poem and painting!
ReplyDeleteAppreciated LaraineRose
DeleteLove the poem, and that watercolor will be a great item in your shop as a print... :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks - have more to come
DeleteReally put a smile on my face x
ReplyDeleteHi Beth - glad you like
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