Sunday Morning Twenty-Eleven: Kelvin Iris

~ kaleidoscopeonline

It is
Sunday
morning
twenty-eleven.

Everyone
is
running
an
election,
like
Wild
Bill
Hickock
in
the
Greatest
Show
on
Earth,
only
a
little
more
reserved

I’m
looking
at
the
early
beginning
of
the
sunrise
on
the
West
Side
of
the
sky.

There is
a rose
pink
shade
above
gentle
thin
clouds,
a
kind
of
blue
grey.

I
see
a
dark
eagle
soar
with
quick
slow
flap
flight.

A
peach
is
beginning
above
the
cloud.

Seagulls
are
slowly
gliding
amidst
a
texture
of
forest
green
leaves,
with
a
hint
of
English
lime,
the
beginning
of
autumn’s
colour
marvel.