Pink Is The Morning Sun Ablaze. Poem by Amy Michelle Mosier

Pink Is The Morning Sun Ablaze.



Pink is the morning sun ablaze.
Gray is the balmy air.
Purple is the city's haze.
Brown is the wren's bleary stare.
White is the glistening dew.
Night - adieu!

Thursday, July 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: morning
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