a sigh at sunset
the day’s challenge a standoff
our future unknown
the winter sun glows
fire and ice caught in the gleam
and the day lingers

Writer. Feminist. Historian. Person.
a sigh at sunset
the day’s challenge a standoff
our future unknown
the winter sun glows
fire and ice caught in the gleam
and the day lingers

the end comes like purple haze
with shards of red
penetrating the deep blue
inside the middle
inky black and sparkling white
swirl above the buried blue
begin again with shards of red
the inky black burns pink
and the deep blue rises again

Written for dVerse MTB and David’s W3. I’m not sure if I did either justice, but I tried!
Laura, our host, at dVerse says:
Today’s MTB prompt is poetry with a colour motif:
Lisa, our POW, at W3 says:
Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.
Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two.
another day gone
the same sun setting on all
together apart

Thanks, as always, to Sue and her #writephoto challenge. Visit her site for details and more great writing.
We are STRONGER TOGETHER!