Morning glory

A Nature poem for the Stormy's poetry newsletter contest.

The morning sun fills the canvas of the
sky with flowing colours of orange and
red ,as if painted by a brush.
It brings those dead emotions
alive on once blank easel
which now holds a vibrant picture.

Fluffy clouds playing a peek-a-boo with
the sun, create a magical game of
light and darkness.
My mind wanders freely
in the misty lair formed
by those flocculent, billowy, white puffs.

Oblivious of the past gloom, I now
enter a realm of celestial bliss.
I stare in awe at the splendid beauty
of Nature as it unfolds itself with
vivid hues of scarlet and tangerine.
An aura of bliss enwreathes me.

Prompt: words in bold
Form: free verse
18lines