The Woolworth Building on Broadway. Very ornate. It’s been around since 1913. To read more about the building go here.
Only one this week. Stay safe everybody.
From Club Quarantine
day turns to evening
nature’s palate set ablaze –
time in reflection
in the thoes
the sound of red
Over at dVerse Poets Pub where Sarah is hosting & the prompt is Seeing Red
A moving poem by Tanya Cliff in this time of uncertainty. Thank you Tanya.
Hands long for the warmth of flesh
The torn social fabric
Covers our mouths
This day, too, shall pass—
it always does—
not fast enough for most,
far too quickly for some…
Like doves, tossed in the storm,
Like sheep, led to the slaughter,
Like lone wolves…
We howl at the insensitive moon.
We will sort through the carnage—
we always do—
and comfort each other
And mend the social fabric
Breathe the fresh air
©️2020 Tanya Cliff
in search of cheer –
under gloomy circumstances
For Cee’s FOTD (Flower Of The Day) over at Ceen Photography