Trying something new yesterday, I wrote my first poem that didn’t begin with “Roses are red and Violets are blue…” It was just before the sunrise and I looked up and saw…
The sky to the south at dawn was clear
a beautiful shade of cerulean
SWA 270 has yet to pass
its streaks of titanium white
to mark its trail in the blue yonder
San Anntone
A brilliant crescent of Moon
Polished silver
still providing its glow to my part of the world
Just slightly east of the Moon
glowing with Vincent’s blues and grays
vapors off the Gulf starting to float up from the water
Joining together
radiant billows
in soft Naples yellow
Beginning their cloud journey into the northwest
© J.Michael Boland March 19, 2026
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