October 23, 2004

PASSING THOUGHTS

The sky was velvettey violet early morn,
It turned a misty yellow at dawn.
In the afternoon it was blazing copper and gold.
At dusk, I saw a variety of hues unfold…

1 comment

Suderman said...

Oh, so you've written a pome?
i can see u're finally at home
blogging when you have the time
and also coming up with a rhyme?
Wah Wah Wah Wah!
he he!

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