warm colors

by B

the sun steps, feet
pressing into
green foliage, washing
her limbs in the blue and
ivory seas – the earth
circles around her path,
night biting at her skirts,
she hides her face –
the world turns
brass, copper, bronze –
even the sands are dressed
in a softly touched tawny gold
across untraveled
deserts at dawn

© Brianna – Tiny Fawns Writings


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