The after-sky dreams red
a thousand times,
sings fiddle-sweet as bitter black is cast away
light me with color-song–
a thousand blues together,
the river murmurs
over and over
and honey-tongued earth breathes green.
And if ghosts come
with their fevered night secrets,
they vanish in caramel clouds
and champagne breezes laugh
to scatter pink-petaled magic
like smiles in morning light.
Last night it got very windy, but this morning is warm for February–about 50F when I got up. But, we’re supposed to have rain turning to snow after midnight tonight. Sigh. The Oracle knows all this, of course. The world is very strange right now, but even crazy truckers and conspiracy spreaders can’t stop spring from coming eventually.
Quite the color palate in your warm thoughts.
Thanks, Frank. The Oracle likes color. 😊
i love this and yes, the spring will return no matter what. mother nature is much more powerful than anything we can create or mess up.
Yes, our poems do have the same thoughts, the same looking towards spring. The word ‘fiddle’ popped out at me, but I left it for you (or maybe you’d already used it) and used ‘violined’ instead.
I noticed that, and it made me smile. 😊
Such delightful imagery, Merril!
Thank you, Ingrid!
This is very hopeful. I got blue light as well, but you got a rainbow! (K)
Thank you! There was a beautiful sunrise this morning, and warm temperatures. The Oracle knows. 😊
Having seen your sunrise this morning, this poem is perfect to showcase the warmer temps and beautiful colours. (You stole them – all I had was grey, grey and more grey!)
Thank you–and I’m sorry? 😀 We will have grey skies tomorrow, if that makes you feel any better, rain and then snow. I hope I don’t wake up to an icy mess!
Hah! Nah… no worries. They say we are supposedly having light snow but I seen none, so far. We are supposed to see some sun tomorrow so fingers crossed! Mind you… sun with colder temps…
I just woke up to a coating on cars and grass. . .
Ugh… At least you have grass!
Well, weeds, bushes, etc. 😏
Not snow 😉
It is snowing here.
Ah. Well… No snow here. Just bloody cold!
Lovely, Merril. We’re enjoying the warmth before the temperature plummets tonight. Hang on…spring is around the corner!
Thanks, Jill! Yes, a bit of a change tomorrow for sure.
I love The Oracle’s take on the dawning of a new day and a new season, particularly “a thousand blues together.” I love the sight of a thousand blues together.
Thank you so much for your lovely comment, Liz! 💙
Mesmerising musings on multiple morning hues
Thank you, Derrick. I appreciate that it sent you on an alliterative journey. 😀
This Oracle poem is so pretty!
I needed some pretty.
I’m so humiliated about the truckers. The crazy thing is they are a small minority of Canadians. Many have now had their commercial bank accounts frozen, have lost licences and insurance. Others have had their vehicles seized. These will be sold, and used to help fund the people in Ottawa whose lives they fu@%8d over for almost a month.
Thank you very much, Resa.
You should not feel humiliated–it’s not your doing. Though I understand, as we in the US had to survive the horrible former president and his supporters–probably some of them with the truckers up in Canada. I’m glad they’ve had to pay. From what I’ve read, most truck drivers are not in support of these blockades.
They are not in support. Truckers USA & Canadian have vaccine rates around 90%.
The most despicable thing is that many had their kids living with them in the trucks. Little tiny human shields.
There was a lot of money donated by Americans. A lot of money came from Europe. The money has been frozen by the banks.
ohh… I hope trump doesn’t run again.
Lots of crazy conspiracy nonsense. I hope he doesn’t either, but the GOP has become the authoritarian party. . .
Yes! VERY scary.