Vivid Pastels
Out my front window,
first sight of the early day;
vivid pastels taking their time
first orange, fading to pink
like sherbet melting and swirling in a bowl.
Then the yellow overtakes moments before
a sun just barely crests
over the trees distant.
Upstairs small voices.
The first sounds of the morn
hold promise for this day.
first sight of the early day;
vivid pastels taking their time
first orange, fading to pink
like sherbet melting and swirling in a bowl.
Then the yellow overtakes moments before
a sun just barely crests
over the trees distant.
Upstairs small voices.
The first sounds of the morn
hold promise for this day.
-Phyllis Bergenholtz
Nov. 21, 2009
