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Frost carpets the fields
sloping to a crinkled sea.
The air,
cotton crisp
as spring leaps in.
Satin crows
descend from a silver sky.
Squabbling, they graze
on chilled dewdrops.
The sunrise,
a red ribbon glow,
warms tall tree trunks
basking in gliding sunlight.
A flame horizon
burns a candy stripe sky
on a tangerine morning.
© by Máire Morrissey-Cummins.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Maire (pronounced Moira) Morrissey Cummins lives in the valley of the mountains in West Cork, Ireland, where she paints watercolors for mindfulness and planted 4-acre garden to keep busy in her next decade. She continues to live close to nature and still publishes haiku, her favorite poetry genre, as well as longer poems, in print and online journals around the world. Maire's art work occasionally adorns the covers of poetry books, and she often sells some at year end, donating the profits to local charities.
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rcstewart3:
Love that "crinkled sea!"
Posted 03/23/2012 03:39 PM
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Eiken:
Thank you for your comments. I have a photo of the Tangerine morning in question, it really was a flame colour and was ribbons of red, yellow, orange, delightful. Máire x
Posted 03/23/2012 02:42 PM
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marenomitchell:
Thanks for this sensory-filled morning from across the Pond!
Posted 03/23/2012 01:05 PM
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Buckner14:
Wonderful images!!
Posted 03/23/2012 11:33 AM
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69Dorcas:
Reminds me of my father who introduced me to the tangerine as a child. True enough, a rather ambiguous hue but, there is a tangerine glow to a sky.
Posted 03/23/2012 09:09 AM
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stocktonryan:
This poem tastes good to read.
Posted 03/23/2012 08:38 AM
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