COLORED RHAPSODY

Come with me into a realm
Of purple mountains
Thrusting upward through
A circling wrap of clouds
That never reach their summits
Pushing even farther up
Into an everlasting blue.
Their tips, like painted arrowheads
First silvered blue like ice
Increasing in crescendo to
The deepest gold-flecked mauve
Combine the harmonies of color
In the stillness of crisp morning air
To ring a melody that reaches down
Into my soul.

Barbara Grace Lake

I grew up during the Great Depression and World War II, joined the WACs at age 18, later married, had 5 children, divorced, and worked in law offices for over 25 years, all the while writing a bit of poetry. I had a short but successful career writing articles for magazines and newspapers, but became tired of constantly trying to impress yet another editor. I've now gone back to my first love, poetry. And that, my friends, is mostly what you will find on my blog, "Poetry and Other Crimes." I sincerely hope you enjoy it.

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