Regard today’s plumage pigeon grey and unleashing iridescent swabs of cats-eye yellow and powder rain’s dry sweep. Behold the choral flowers singing sky echoes: magnolia goblets gulping sunset purple and photinia clouds, their beached wave like storm impending, recasting battered light. Beneath the elm tree unclung butterfly clusters swarm to earth, a coloured shadow, and on the footpath a bronze crane - the elegance of nature’s art
Written for Sanaa’s dVerse prompt “Exploring Panegyric Poetry”
Out of the Cave 
colourful. I’d best go get my shades!
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😀 I haven’t heard that word “Shades” used in ages. I associate it with being at an American run International School in Jakarta and singing some song about wearing shades. I wonder what the song was. We all brought our sunglasses in for the performance.
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maybe? Huey Lewis did a version when I was a youth.
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A lovely poem. Can’t go wrong with mother nature 🙂
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Yes. She’s my most reliable main character. 🙂
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She is the main character, but we don’t repay her very well sometimes. 🙂
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Indeedy!
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This is lovely, like a perfect set of images. It has a haiku feel to it.
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thanks. maybe it could be a set of haiku. but it seemed to fit the dVerse prompt
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It certainly fits the prompt, and the haiku sense comes from the economy of the writing – like a series of beautiful little ink drawings that with a few lines capture the essence of the subject.
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Ooooh. Lovely description! 😊 Thank you
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A stunning piece of writing, Wormsie.
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Thank you Misky. ❤️
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Mother nature must be pleased with this.
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I hope so. 😊
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