Birdless sky swells grey blue against
trees that stand like brushes
stiff in the cold
The penultimate breath
of a new earth
The dark disappears in a steadfast
philanthropy of color: red, orange, rose
blush up from the land over lakes and hills
and roof slats to tell the inhabitants
Night has not prevailed.
Earth e x h a l e s
as the Sun spills her promise.
A Holistic Journey 
“Penultimate breath…philanthropy of color”
Lovely lovey lovely!
=) Thx!
Wow… so much said in so few words (which is the HW method!) This poem can take on different meanings from the beauty of creation, a fresh start in the New Year, to faith described (by changing Sun to Son.) Your poem is infused with relief, and more importantly with HOPE!
The HW method, ha ha ha. Yes, I am so glad you see the possibilities. We are nothing without hope. Even Apostle Paul said that. Thanks, Deb.
Beautifully written!
Thank you for your time. =)
I loved ‘night has not prevailed’ allowing the glorious color of daylight. 🙂
Thanks, Debbie. Our hope.
🙂
Always thankful that the after darkness there is always light Diana. Love your words today, even though it takes me so long to get around to reading posts I seem to read them just when I need to.
You’ve come around faster than I would think life would allow you to, Kath. Thank you for taking a moment. Hope is our breath, our oxygen.
Lovely D.
Not my best but has its place, I suppose. Thanks, Chris. Hope you are well.
Beautifully written. Love this: “The dark disappears in a steadfast/ philanthropy of color…”. The ending is also very nice and powerful.
Thank you for the thoughtful read.
You are welcome.
And “Night has not prevailed” is exactly what I needed to hear today, 2 1/2 years after you wrote this:). Isn’t is nice how the Universe works?
Indeed. And you bring it back to me in my time of need.
❤️