A Rosey Hue
Outside the window
Just beyond the Amana clock
Stands a Japanese maple
Its fall array of colors
Brilliant in the early afternoon sun
Filling the corner of the family room
With reflected light
Touching everything
A rosey hue
Never to be reproduced
By our meager palette
© 2014 Thomas W. Cummins
November 25, 2014 at 7:39 pm |
Lovely poem, Tom. I enjoyed it.
December 28, 2014 at 8:03 pm |
Wishing you joyous new year.
December 28, 2014 at 9:38 pm |
Thank you very much, and through God’s grace may yours be joyous as well.
December 28, 2014 at 9:40 pm
Thank you very much for your beautiful reply.