Poetry Thursday -- RED
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This week's (completely and totally optional) prompt was to go find what's red in the natural world. I've taken a slight liberty with the prompt, but am pleased to find that something current in my life fits for me. Here's my take on RED.
My niece has fire in her hair.
When she turns her head,
sparks light the dull March day.
I show her my home.
Her first visit, we drive
out into the hills.
She wants to see wild, and we find
mountain, rock, dead heather, and
red rust streaking through the hills
Trees that hold what’s dead,
hold it, as though there is heat
in that flame, as though the blanket
of last year’s spent needles, tawny
old-blood red will bring life again.
I’m sorry the day is so cold.
"Wrong time of year", I say,
she shakes her head No.
"I prefer red to green any day".
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