Poetry about the beauty, heritage and history of the Blue Ridge Mountains of western North Carolina appear on this blog.
Tuesday, January 21, 2020
THE COLOR PINK
Pink is playful,
blowing bubble gum,
licking cotton candy.
Pink is a peony
perfuming the crisp air,
a rain shower of petals.
Pink is calming
like a mountain stream
making sweet music.
Pink is creative,
playing notes
inspiring the artist.
Pink is pretty,
soft as a bed
of feathers.
Pink is love,
a dozen roses
on Valentine's Day.
--Brenda Kay Ledford
This poem appeared in "West End Poets Newsletter,"
December/January/February 2020
Happy Valentine's Day to my blogger friends!
Brenda
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