Colors at dawn

Photo by Sue Vincent

What does one say to a sky
glowing in scarlet brilliance
at this early hour, blinking sleep
casting long shadows over dreams
half remembered, if all?

These vermilion pigments dance
among clouds, warming to the idea
of another day and whatever 
unwraps the blues of normalcy,
mundane. Routine.

I’ll not let this complexion slip
to ordinary, even as trees
envelop us in shade, days creep
shorter, and shadows — those 

dark false realities that smooth
us out to remove a dimension
on chilly, fallow ground — lurk
behind but never catch us.


Phillip Knight Scott | © 2019

Written for Sue Vincent’s Thursday photo prompt: Glow #writephoto