Flaming Bright

The salted sky calmly waited for the first rays of morning.

Small dollops of clouds littered the heavens.

A thin vista of gold quickly bloomed.

As if a child commanded the morning canvas,

bright tangerine hit hot and bold on the eastern horizon.

Causing the underbelly of the heavens to flame bright.

It was easy to spy the river that snaked along the next ridge,

for its outline was etched in fine morning mist; that softly

nestled among the tree line.

Morning woke eager and full of life.

her invitation to join the celebration

 drew me outside.  

Reviews

[emmajoygreen]

Dear Cherrie,

'Morning woke eager and full of life.
her invitation to join the celebration
drew me outside. '

Those coloured drawings by a small girl are the colourful spirit inside her, unknowingly showing how the adult 'her' will be. See what has happened, she has turned out to be that and far, far more. Your words are placed just so and - delightfully laid.

'Outside' has so much to share. :)

[Lisasview]

Hi Cherrie,
Have you thought of this as the first part of a short story? I do feel it would work well..
Really enjoyed it and was looking for it to continue,
Lisa

[William Michael Reeves]

Hit hot and bold! I love it! This feels like the beginning of a series. The chronicles of morning. And her friend, you. That's a really cool image of a river's edge etched in mist. You're writing some good poetry Cherrie, and lots of it!

[Cherrie]

Thank you Bill 😊 I appreciate your encouragement. It's good to see you over her in my corner of the café.

[Relic]

Great images, Cherrie. To paint a perspective clear enough with words and make the reader see the scene is no easy task. I see it clearly.

[Cherrie]

:) Thank you 😊

[red93]

This is truly Fabulous Cherrie - how vividly we can image the landscape and the overarching Heavens from your excellent word pictures ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Betty Hermelee]

What gorgeous imagery…in every word Cherrie, you portray the dawn like no one else, it’s just magical, the colors, the texture, the whole feeling.. who wouldn’t want to step outside and greet the day! Beautiful!
Best, B

[Cherrie]

:) Thank you Betty. It's times like this I wish I could paint.

[Betty Hermelee]

I would paint it for you, but I'm much better at figures....

[Patricia Wedel]

dearest Cherry... We often see the Tangerine Sunrise in our upstairs Bedroom Window facing East.
A sheer pale curtain reflects the Color... and we rejoice in the Gift of Today. The Robins have a Nest of four Turquoise blue Eggs. The male and female flutter to protect their treasured family. We also need to do the same and protect our Country and Family by being Vigilant in so many ways. gently, Pat

[Cherrie]

Beautiful. I love that. It is the simple beauty's in life that feed the soul.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

The playful nature of your poem brought out the inner child in me. I like that

[Cherrie]

The inner child needs to wake up from time to time.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

children have such imagination....their sky colored with dazzling crayons, colors some of us adults could never imagine.
Each day can be full of life, depending how we approach it...no matter what age we are, and even if we have a box of very, very old crayons.

j.

[Cherrie]

This made me think of the box of crayons 🖍 in the toy chest at my grandma's.

[Chris Shaw]

Your words bring the sunrise to my door. How beautiful is your poetic expression here and your posted art work a joy to behold. Thank you dear Cherrie for sharing your poetry.

Chris