The sun has not caught me in bed in fifty years. ~Thomas Jefferson, third president of the United States
Red sky at morning is indicative
Of bad weather to come, so they say.
But oh, what beautiful sky scenes
Such reds, golds, and purples bring!
Who can lie still in bed
When beauty abounds?
Not me! No way!
Phone in hand
To the east
At a sunrise
That was so gorgeous
It took my breath away.
Everything was bathed in pink —
Houses, fences, trees, lawns, and more
Glowing a shimmery shade of rose.
Making me glad I was up to see it.
Note: Poetry form is a Double Reversed Etheree. You can find out more about this form here.
Like dew drops
Dotting my bush
And letting me know
The spiders were busy
During the night as I slept
Creating works that would rival
Some pieces that are in museums.
Silken treasures that speak softly of Fall.
Note: This poetic form is an Etheree, a 10-line poem that starts with one syllable and adds a syllable in each succeeding line until there’s a total of 55 syllables. It can go from one to ten or in reverse from ten down to one, or can even double up and down both ways. I had to challenge myself to write one since my friend Linda writes some beauties!
P.S. My son Domer will be home next week, so I’ll be playing hooky from the blog. I’ll try to catch up with all of you when I return. Don’t start October without me!