As if daubed by a cotton ball
rich bright color
or maybe a fan brush
adding whitening to the sky
Patches of fire
brushed onto the clouds
the glowering sky
The dawn alive
the clouds shimmering
pulses of yellow, of white
painted on the blue and the gray
March 2, 2010
Main Street,
Suncook, NH
between 6:20 and 6:45am
Copyright by Raymond A. Foss, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007, 2008, 2009, 2010
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(Raymond A. Foss)
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