Pagosa Springs Artists

One tempestuous spring day

west winds churn towering rain

clouds in, rumbling of thunder,

glowering darkly; but the next

dawns mild and sunny, when

what you hear is birdsong all

day long, and frogs serenading

their mtes in a high-pitched

throbbing trill.  You suddenly

notice a blooming frill lacing

tree limbs rosy in the glow of

a setting sun, its halo of gold-

lipped cloud billows rendered

first orchid, then lavender, lastlyj

tending, bending toward indigo.

 

first published in Plainsongs Journal

©2017 Bonnie Manion

   

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