Colors recede into the waters fall
Casting the depths into shadow
Singed fingers of sunlight
Echo across the last faint reflections
Settling into the corners of the day
Twilight fills in and pushes past the horizon
Until at last, the gleam of silvered corona
Is seen in the western sky
Floating in deepest celestial blue
The quiet of the slender crescent
As she holds the old moon in her arms
What a magical poem that evokes strong images. I especially liked the last line. “as she holds the old moon in her arms.”
You’ve painted such a peaceful image here, Kathleen. I could just feel myself melting into it as I read each line. Beautiful.
You conjure such lovely images here.
this is so peaceful…made me breathe deep…love the crescent holding the moon in her arms
A powerful silence in this lovliness…and I love the last line 🙂
I just love the quiet beauty here…I feel I am there lovely words and picture! 🙂
If that is your photo, it is stunning ~ Love the images – silvered corona, old moon in her arms ~ 🙂
Thanks so much- took the photo the other night when comet hunting – never did see the comet – but was happy to see the moon in the photo! K
Beautiful… I love her holding the moon in her arms.
Thank you! K
As I read your poem, my mouth formed the word ‘wow.’ It truly is beautifully crafted and evocative. The last two lines are absolutely inspired.
Well, it is hard to beat a comment like that, Mary – thanks so very much – it means alot K
lovely verse ma’am….beautiful visuals…and i can visualize the transformation into the night…and the though of her holding the old moon…lovely ending…
you are very kind, sir, thank you
Wonderful mood of enchantment created by the images and words.
‘As she holds the ole moon in her arms’ – that’s wonderful, Kathleen.
So happy you liked it, Karen – thanks
Thank you so much, Ellen! K