Adeeyoyo's Blog

I write what I feel…




The early mist of morning
Hangs suspended in the air,
Weaves among the trees ~
A veil of secrecy ~
And life begins to stir.

A sweet and gentle breeze
Ripples through the leaves
And the heavens blush
Palest pink, seeping, deepening
Into a bloodied sky.


©Denise G Allen, 03 December 2013 04:06



The dawning promise of morning
Where golden arrows streak the sky
And blushing clouds drift on high
Doused in purest gold

Too soon the sun appears
Reaching over the horizon
And the surrounding colours brighten
In a burst of blazing flames

Glorious scenes beyond our dreams
Pleasure and delight our senses
Oh that we could freeze the moment
With each and every small component

©Denise G Allen, 14 January 2013 14:46