Savor Cape Cod sunsets. Some seasoned with paprika, cayenne, tumeric red-oranges.
Others like Monet’s garden scenes bloom in pale lavender and rose pinks, scattered through buttercup yellow.
Hot summer days wane at oceans’ edge. Luminescent full moon slowly rises, cools down dark ebony sky.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Lisa asks us to use the word “season” or a form of the word in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Photos taken over the years at our annual two weeks in Provincetown, MA, at the very tip of Cape Cod
Eyes spy these skies. Robin’s egg blue ‘round brilliant yolk. Dreary gloom leaking drizzly days. Snowflake cutouts fairy-floating. Impressionist pinks and mauves. Ominous grey turning dark, thunderclap cymbals crashing loud. Cantankerous clouds tango dipping. Firecracker sun fizzling out, begrudgingly cedes to starry starry night.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the world. Today, De asks us to write a quadrille (poem of exactly 44 words, sans title) that includes the word “sky” or a form of the word. Photos are from various years in our beloved Provincetown, except for Van Gogh’s Starry Starry Night (one of my favorite paintings of all time).