The bruised sky
patterned with purple
and blue
slowly fading
into golden ochres
signaling an
end to darkness
With the new dawn
a brightness and
healing
Erasing night’s
shadows
as day
becomes starless
Panoramic
spectacle of
pigments and hues
An ethereal display
of ever-changing
evocative colors
Impossible to harness
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Sue Vincent's
weekly Write/Photo challenge
The sky awash
with hues of cerulean,
turquoise and indigo
Reflecting my
ever changing moods
Bright and expectant
falling silent
with deep thoughts
Followed by stillness
as the blues turn darker
Subtle changes
in colors
Collaborating
Sweeping the expanse
Carrying my musings
to another dimension
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
Collaborate - Word of the Day
Subtle - FOWC
Haiku
Colors in the sky
Changing as the sun goes down
Pink and blue to grey
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Summer fades into history
yet one more time
as leaves desiccate
and fall to the ground
Carpeting the earth
with resplendent remains
while heralding in a new
season to be crowned
A changing kaleidoscope
Delighting our senses
with colors rich and golden
Dead, but alive, in all its splendor
The fragrance of pines
and wood smoke in the air
Give thanks for the season
and for all it does render
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent's weekly Write/Photo
Haiku
As the colors change
and there is a chill in the air
Autumn has arrived
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
One brushstroke of blood-orange
sweeping across the dark grey canvas
Silvery clouds framing, illustrating
the dramatic landscape
As the day comes to rest
the sky releases its final colors
in a spectacular explosion
and the view begins to reshape
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
Sue Vincent's Write/Photo Challenge - Aflame
Word Prompt
Illustrate - WotD
Magnificent sky
Colors of orange grey and pink
The end of the day
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Acorns crunching under feet
Squirrels making a hasty retreat
Leaves of different colors fallen
This is now the season of Autumn
Humidity has finally left the air
The sun lies lower with less of a glare
A crispness now freshens the landscape
Summer has finally found her escape
Flower petals dying out on stems
Fall winds will perform the cleanse
Miles of fields recently mowed
Lined with hay rolls of colored gold
Illuminating the glorious landscape
Nature beginning to take shape
Sheaves of wheat standing propped
Not a sign of any left uncropped
A panoply of pumpkins hauled to a patch
Happy children hoping to catch
the biggest they can find
For a Jack-o-Lantern to be designed
Halloween approaching in a matter of weeks
Costume considerations and rosy cheeks
Trick or treats
Lots of sweets
Bottles of cider from apple orchards
Do clocks go back or forwards?
Thanksgiving turkey and sweet potato pie
Family visits and stomachs to satisfy
Obsequious children asking for cookies
Negotiating the odds like a bunch of bookies
Football games on television
When do we eat? Such indecision
Remembering what we are thankful for
Never forgetting those who went before
Dedications and gratitude
Private moments of solitude
A season of harvest and plenty to share
Someone is hungry in the world out there
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
Prompts:
This is where I want to be
With people eager and free
Different looks and colored hair
Seems a place where we can share
A diverse cultural melting pot
We get to see what each other’s got
Learning to respect our neighbors
and appreciating their labors
New colors, sights and sounds
Different foods to be found
Some have suffered like we cannot imagine
Escaping a vile and dictatorial faction
Needing our comfort and kindness
Along with some color blindness
We all bring something to the table
It is not necessary to label
We can learn a lot with an open heart
Our mosaic life is an abstract art
Christine Bolton – Poetry for Healing ©
In response to Helene Vaillant at Willow Poetry’s “What Do You See” Photo Prompt Mosaic