Sometime you take on a series on a challenge...this was the result of one such effort. Unfortunately have no copy of the first of the series....
Tinged with pink come misty morns
Mustard fields that beckon dawns
A splash of green, a brush of gold
Floral wisps with hues untold
Tawny sunsets as silence falls
When birds return to plaintive calls
Silver rivers in landscapes grey
Limpid pools reflect clouds astray…
With zillions of colours on earth to fête
A thousand reasons to celebrate…
It seems such an awful plight
That some are stuck to Black and White!
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