A Peek over the Horizon

It’s five o’clock:
a patch of sky unfolds hues
like Italian paper,
marbled mauves and blues.

Peeking over the horizon,
a new dawn breaks;
by sunrise,
the wrinkled ocean wakes,
stifles a yawn,

wraps the beach in waves and sky:
Nature’s early morning surprise.

Kim M. Russell, 2nd June 2025

Image by Sebastien Gabriel on Unsplash

Monday has come round again with the quadrille at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets across the globe, where Lillian is our bartender with a tequila sunrise. Yes, the word which must be included in our poems of exactly 44 words, sans title, is ‘sunrise’.

I’ve reworked an old poem into a quadrille and given it a new title.

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