“Anne came dancing home in the purple winter twilight across the snowy places.” - LM Montgomery
Moving from Long Island to New York has been a shift in setting and an interesting experience. In Long Island, I was awed by the ocean but here, in my Virginia community, the woods in front of my house look serene when nightfall comes. Sunsets are remarkable paintings of beautiful, muted scenes or fiery, colored markings in the sky.
Other areas of the country share the glow of winter sunsets, too.
Oregon coast in winter- Rita Wirtz
Pink clouds hover.
Provide a backdrop
For bare winter limbs.
Serenity surrounds life.
-Faige Miller, Los Angeles
purple winter sunset serenity
blissful
tranquil
filled
with
blissful
beauty
awakening
senses
blissful
winter sunset-purple serenity
©CVarsalona, 2022, skinny poem
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I appreciate the pause in life each week where I can slice my thoughts with Two Writing Teachers.
Carol, there is something special about a winter sunset...the pinks, the purples, the blues and the golds. Often when we are coming home in the evening Kathy and I both comment on the beauty of the sky. It can be quite awe inspiring at times.
ReplyDeleteTotally agree, Bob. I am glad to hear that you and Kathy see the beauty of the winter sky, too.
DeleteWe've had a few beautiful sunsets recently. I find myself out on the road chasing them since I can't see them from my home. I like the way you switched words around between the first and final lines.
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