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Puffs of clouds red and pink break dawn
in the gap below Flea Mountain.
Clear soft blue seeps, sifts, wills its way,
plays and colors, charms the sky
out of repose, rouses yellow rays,
wakens birds who crease the air,
circle the cove, capture time
for spellbound eyes who praise
the privilege of another day to be alive.
© by Mary Ricketson.
Used with the author's permission.
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Mary Ricketson lives in Murphy, North Carolina. Inspired by nature and her work as a mental health counselor, she is the author of five books and her poems have appeared in numerous publications and blogs. Mary says her poems reflect the healing powers of nature and are influenced by her Appalachian surroundings.
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Jancan:
You have made superb use of personification to paint your awe-inspiring scene!
Posted 11/23/2019 08:47 AM
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KevinArnold:
Like the 2-3-4 lineage, the building toward a quatrain.
Posted 11/20/2019 12:20 PM
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michael escoubas:
Very nice alliterative writing as well as delightful internal and end-line rhyme--glad to be "alive" for this one! Thank you, Mary.
Posted 11/20/2019 11:08 AM
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paradea:
"For spellbound eyes who praise"...great line! Love your book, "Shade and Shelter", Mary!! Enjoyed your reading at Tasteful Beans in Hickory, NC.
Posted 11/20/2019 10:29 AM
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cork:
I am waiting now for the rousing of yellow rays.
Posted 11/20/2019 09:09 AM
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