RED sky in the Morning.Thursday 8 March, 2007
Prompt: colors in your world: red
Red comes the mornChasing winter's chill
tinting red the white and blue.
The frigid air seems warm.
Red comes the morn.
Robin puffs and listens.
Red wrigglers wiggle
Ready for Red-Breast's beak.
Red comes the morn
From the east to warn.
Many rainbows
Portend spring rain.
Red comes the morn
Igniting red reflex,
retina ablaze
Day returns.
posted by rel at 2:01 PM
22 Comments:
A beautiful poem of morning Rel. The best time to be out watching for daylight. "tinting red the white and blue" was very cool.
Rel,
"Red comes the morn" sounds so sinister. I like the robin stanza, they are so energetic and social. Kinda like people.
Rose
xo
Your red is wonderful Rel. The morn is a time of such promise. Spring will come soon.
I always like how you look at things. :)
I am so glad you wrote about them; I smiled when I read the poem and beamed when I saw the delightful close-up.
They've shown up here in earnest the last week.
I am so waiting for Spring and all the birdies. I love to hear them early in the morning ( from my bed...lol) Sounds like they are all having a big hen party. I smile and turn over and go back to sleep...lol
Beautiful images!
Robins were the other "red" I'd thought about too, but had just blogged about them a few days back and how they've had a tough time with our last cold snap. Lovely poem.
Wonderful. I like that "Red comes the morn" declaration.
How clever you are to keep writing these lovely poems - do you have the saying 'red sky at night,shepherd's delight, red sky in the morning, shepherd's warning'?
The photo must be an American robin, I've seen them in my friend's garden in New Hampshire, they are about three times the size of an English robin.
This is wonderful, with all the reds of nature linked, accompanied by your lovely photos. But one red from nature I'll never forget - I was visiting my parents when a terrible tornado hit, leaving behind a trail of death and destruction. When we went outside, the sky was bright red, the colour of blood. (And I just now posted my red poem, with five minutes to spare while it's still Thursday here). :)
I love the line "red comes the morn". a beautiful poem about the morning. I really enjoyed reading it
Great stuff. I too liked the 'Red comes the morn' theme.
I did a 'red' poem too but it didn't get posted. I think I got caught in the spam filter. will try again.
Thanks for the good read.
Rel - I like the 'red comes the morn' also. That picture is breath-taking!
Both pictures are just gorgeous! We won't be seeing the Robins here until at least April...once we see them around, then we know Spring has arrived:-) I've got a bicycle built for two...hehe!
Ahhh...a lovely poem to cheer up my afternoon! :)
Rel.....Oohh this poem excites me. Daylight savings coming four weeks early, this Sunday! Lovely foreshadowing into the vitality of a spring morning! Nothing more beautiful!
Giggles
Woo-hoo, Rel ....your poem is red hot! (sorry, I know it's an awful pun but I couldn't resist)
Seriously - great imagery there; I loved it.
Rel, as you know I love the morning too and your poem surely encompasses all that is good about it.
I didn't think robins were that big, for some reason I thought they were quite small birds.
Have a lovely weekend, Rel.
We miss so much by being late risers, I think... obviously you are not a late riser, Rel!
I don't see many robins down here where I live- I miss their red breasts for sure...
Lovely poem as usual, Rel...
Stunning photos, I love the sky colours in the first one and the close up of an American robin - over here they look very different and are smaller and fluffier. I enjoyed the red morning poem too. I love morning.
What a marvellous celebration of red!
Rel, this is strong. The "red comes the morn" line and the links of nature's reds - it could have gotten tiresome but you've executed it so well that it only strengthens the bonds between your descriptions. I also totally love "tinting red the white and blue" - it has such a strong rhythm to it.
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