The purplish crimson sun's now arising,
And buds are waiting on yellow rosebush.
Yesterday lessons for today are guiding,
As birds take violet skies of dawn hush.
The youth grew so quickly, time's ambush!
Purple mists
and dawn wake up call,
red rooster.
Keen bluebirds
whistle and call for gold sun-
songs of the thrill days.
Fading dreams
waft in fading mist
so lovely.
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Purple haze,
Twilight days,
Beauty's hour,
Fresh flower!
Purple haze,
A dawn blaze,
Rosebud red,
Sleep in bed.
Show and tell,
Perfume smell.
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Mauve sun is rising
far across the frothy sea
From mists emerging
at the edge of the blue world
and the pause of dusky night
Destination noon
and blithe before and after
Headed everywhere
In the quiet room of time
......
tall thin and graceful
palm trees on a white sand beach
reach for orange skies
the day's elegance
is visible in a breeze
along beauty's path
white crested blue waves
ever searching like the wind
......
Twinkling stars were receding rapidly, as I had always known they would,
When rouge sun touched the eastern sky, to color a whole neighborhood.
The timid alabaster moon was in hiding, taking with him, his native luster,
As myriad fireflies retreat dark nights, to where the wilder blooms cluster.
A speckled rooster stood with bated breath, anticipating his big moment,
As the insistent rainbows, we seldom see, cannot tolerate postponement.
I was an enthusiastic naturalist, always observing our rich, natural world,
......
dawn meeting of minds
sharing facts in orange mist
espionage days
for the good of all
like roses in the green hall
make the hours brighter
joy and liberty
underneath the singing birds
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Same old orange sun
creeping in from velvet dark
with familiar clouds
Another rosy morning
of blooms lush like yesterday
Routine companions
of pure breezes and blue sky
and normal rose bliss
Bouncing blooms like tomorrow
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Vivid spring rosebuds are awaiting sun,
in a magenta meadow of calm morning,
in the middle of our hectic, happy lives,
at the far periphery of the silvery moon.
Ice cream in the mist
and dripping cones at dawn's edge
in a mad, mad mood!
The two of us are laughing
to see the sun arising.