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From My Window
 

Daylight savings, five p.m.,
river sparkling, like a gem.
Tidal flats where currents flow
all day, like clockwork, to and fro.
Sunday skiers squeeze each hour,
trusting out-boards deliver power.
Up my hill I watch and wait,
the scene unfolds...
it's growing late.

Exhausted, Sol attains the hill;
colours deepen as colours will.
Rich emerald still lines shore to shore
as God decreed,
forevermore.
Clouds swirl,
blend orange, purple, pink,
two black swans drop in for a drink.
Then, when I feel at loss for words,
the Lord sends in a splash of birds.
A kingfisher, bright azure streak,
I've not seen him around all week.
A galah flock of pink and grey,
to finish painting my fine day.















By cherryk

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This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with gentlewind (Nancy) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with gentlewind (Nancy) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with gentlewind (Nancy) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


This Poem is part of a Challenge: - The WORD PAINTING Challenge with gentlewind (Nancy) read page for rules and info (challenge has been closed)


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