bajanblueOPSpeightstown, Saint Peter Barbados3,724 posts
Morning brings its blues, its pinks, all spiced with gold, dancing off the edges of the world, sliding cunning fingers full of colour along the pallid edges of the clouds that laze against the blue still gowned in shades of grey, leftovers from the grip of night; early rain has washed the surface of the world leaves and petals gleam with scattered rainbows as light invades wet jewels tiny lenses bringing focus to the coming day.
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all spiced with gold, dancing
off the edges of the world,
sliding cunning fingers
full of colour
along the pallid edges
of the clouds that laze
against the blue
still gowned in shades
of grey, leftovers
from the grip of night;
early rain has washed
the surface of the world
leaves and petals gleam
with scattered rainbows
as light invades wet jewels
tiny lenses bringing focus
to the coming day.