The red fog of dawn swirls through the trees
like ribbons of blood
in a stream.
The violet dawn clouds the hills
with a velvety cloak.
The black creeps in
like spilled ink seeping into paper.
Poetry using imagery to express heavier themes. Poems will be added as the inspiration hits. 12 in original... More
The red fog of dawn swirls through the trees
like ribbons of blood
in a stream.
The violet dawn clouds the hills
with a velvety cloak.
The black creeps in
like spilled ink seeping into paper.