You really do have to get up early in the morning to catch this type of beauty. Five minutes later, it was gone. The sky returned to its normal gray/blue that I wake to most winter days.
This morning sky was vibrant, electric and full of contrasting pinks and blues. The layers of clouds add to its unique blend of texture and color.
For today’s poetry prompt, in at least 2 lines, describe this photo without using the words beauty, pink, blue or sky. Next, write at least 5 lines about how the photo makes you feel. And end with a rhyming couplet that closes your poem with a surprise for the reader. Try comparing the sky to something completely unrelated and different.
I will be working on mine. Post yours here.
You can do it!