Pomegranate Flowers: NaPoWriMo 2022: Granny O.'s Sunset

[4/29/2022]

A golden frame is gleaming bright,

But the true treasure is inside.

Pale horizon-flashing sunlight

The looming storm clouds cannot hide,

Reaches down the emerald sea.

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The scene stands on the edge of night

And laughs out at pervading gloom,

Sun-gold splashing merry with might.

Though black weather may conjure doom,

Gold and green will still speak to me.

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An artist’s hand I have not known,

Steady as a weaver at the loom,

Still illumines now I’m grown

A scene which watched in childhood’s room.

Great-grandmother, what did you see?