red (day 53)

red punctuates my morning walk.
vermillion berries sprout,
amongst dead leaves,
glistening with dewdrops;
crimson cardinal alights,
upon a picket-fence,
its breast puffed proud,
to announce its arrival;
blood red roses bloom,
nestled in the deepest green,
their petals turning,
towards the emerging sun;
dark red doors adorn
slate gray houses,
biding their time
until they open;
brakes lights glow
on traveling cars,
brilliant red blurs
filtered by fog,
alerting all
work will begin.

2.22.17

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