A poem, inspired by a bright pink sunset on a cold, dry winter day. Plays with the formatting and punctuation a bit, by which there is no punctuation.
Pinksnow
I look out at a
Wintry sunset
The pinks and
- Reds
Silently
- Motionlessly
- Dancing…
Poetic, isn’t it?
Notice: I will be updating the blog like this every time a new piece is released. Thus, there will actually be something in the blog.
C.M.Rininger 