Rachel J Bowler's photos with the keyword: pink

The spring chill Never easy to ignore, Beds down the dusk. And the camellia tree That sparkled only Twelve hours before, Shakes black As the skulk unleashes. Hands cover ears Waiting for the sun, The great deceiver, To arrive Imperceptibly, Never revealing its Companion's misdeeds, Until the ever present Warning of birdsong Laments the break Of day, once more.

I wait for a tomorrow Filled with summer. I feed my thoughts But this is no sad interim. My eyes are impatient For the frost to melt To be contracted anew, The blunt force allayed. But the sharpness shrinks, When the fullness of winter Is renewed daily, Until the view becomes clear. And dullness reminds me That I escaped. (Inspired by Sonnet 56)