Crimson
Nature’s magnificence arrests and astounds.
I, the average onlooker, observe a red maple sapling sprouting scarlet leaves
while an ordinary day’s sunset– primitive by comparison– paints hues of crimson that compliment the fledgling foliage.
My sharp eye spots this contrasting correlation.
I sip garnet liquid– from fresh grapes nonetheless– and consider our world’s fragile balance
in pieces
like scattered rubies buried along bleeding mountains whose extinction rests in the breeze beneath a radiance of cardinals’ wings.
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The flood of red on red visuals in that stanza is overwhelming. In a good way.
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Thanks, Joseph.
A few weeks ago I noticed an abundance of red in my surroundings. It was beautiful. I thought I’d write a little about it.
I appreciate your feedback. Thank you for reading my work. It means a lot. : )
Great use of vowel sounds to link separate lines & concepts. A thoughtful read.
Thank you! I appreciate your kind words, Bernard. Thank you for reading. : )
A great saturation of red. I love the lineation of the last three verses. Good job!
Thank you, Linda! I appreciate that you noticed the lineation. I initially planned to keep the last three verses as one. Glad I stuck with the change. : )