say that you’ll light
a fire at your going
out into the night
say that you’ll carry
your bright orb of soul
through the transit
say that you’ll flow
through the grey into rosen
with gold in your wake
say all this: but don’t
speak, only colour
the sky for a voice.
All images by Luciana Erregue, who blogs at spectatorcurator I’m blessed to count this creative soul among my circle of inspiring friends and colleagues. When she sent me some of the sunsets she’s been capturing in her part of town, the obvious thing to do was to write some verse to go with. So I did.
Prairiepomes 
Spectacular scenery and poetic interpretation.
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