A Postcard from Lanzarote
by Annie Jenkin
Mandarin and apricot ribbons paint
the morning sky
as waves of cloud draw a single strand
of pale pink, to silhouette the mountain's
peaks and slopes.
Night's shadow still clings to palm trees.
People's houses twinkle, their day of
start with red lights streaming downhill.
The day promises heat, my day holds time,
remembering friends, sending love to all.
Postscript from the Poet: Off the west coast of North Africa
is a cluster of islands called the Canaries. Lanzarote is one of
the seven islands.