Today my blogpost will consist of one short poem about dawn, reminding me of the red and orange glory that I found on a cold day in January this year.
"Dawn
An angel, robed in spotless white,
Bent down and kissed the sleeping Night.
Night woke to blush; the sprite was gone.
Men saw the blush and called it Dawn."
By Paul Laurence Dunbar 1872 - 1906
Such a sweet and short poem, which fits my morning so well, accompanied with my photograph of a red sunrise. Do you want to share in this glory? The red morning sky with trees is now in my Fine-art print collection! Get yours!!! Only € 67 (excl posting to your country). If you are curious, please take a look at https://www.orbica.nl/fine-art-shop/fine-art-print-collection/
