Beautiful Old Broads watch sunrises

Dear Ones,

Winter morning sunrises are ever changing and prompted this poem about promises.

                                                      Winter Sunrises
                                                                     by Patti Ross


                      Winter sunrises are Mona Lisa things
                      Full of roses and reds spreading promises
                       Across my windowpane

                       Like politicians on the campaign trail
                       Winter mornings often fail to follow up their promise
                       Of a perfect afternoon

                       One ponders what the day will bring
                        After all it isn't spring
                        But the pinks feed our hopes and spirits rise

                        Hoping for a pleasant day ahead
                        Instead fierce clouds blow in and then the wind
                        Where's the promise of dawn all rosy and red

                                                                                    GONE

                         Still I eye the sun painting streaks across the sky
                         Unfurling frissons of purple shades with glee
                          And pray she will not lie to me today

                          For hope can't be squashed by wind and cold
                          Not even when you're old
                          It blossoms on my windowpane with each new
                                                                                      
                                                                                     DAWN