Sycamores
The sycamores at sunset,
orange in their reflection,
torched with an incandescence glow.
(thoughtful trees,
pale white bark
taking on the sepia hue,
winter souls
of their spring greening,
patient of January,
April a hope away)
Listen to the earth
turn toward night
and soon,
a parliament of owls
convening in the moonlight.
dots of rainbows
speckle the iridescent carp
eying the watermelon
skies
renaissance symphony
of gold and
light tab-
lets
cascade
into water-
color motets
awaiting insignificant
lolling mouths
in strophic sequence
from descant to sullen
sonic waves
wafting to
and fro
across the pining
ridge
*** For dVerse poetics, a rather psychedelic description of an Ozarks sunset – Groovy!
twilight lingers in the treetops
the dog and I try not to stare
as the bats give web wing into the beckoning air
such grace and sturdy stretch of flesh and bone
un-feathered bird and night masked soul
they blindly dance into the paths of stars
the dog and I walk the violet deepening path
lanterns of fireflies inflame the slim crescent moon
casting reflections of the once and future dawn
she is the mirror of the suns musings
choicest tomes are recited in her presence
while bashful boys make cow eyes at her pale face
and swear oaths to her silvered beauty
the dog and I loiter in the glimmering dusk
listening to the poetry of wing and moon
waxing and waning
as we slowly make our way home
in the darkling summer night
fireflies
sparks of delight
on a summers night
the jealous stars
rain down
to see their rivals
Ahhh, summer begins – and she arrived dressed in Queen Anne’s lace and wrapped in honeysuckle. Hope you have a beautiful season!
tempers of the day
flared into sunset colors
til twilight assuaged
the heated brow
with cooling blues and greens
from the shadowed western ridge,
fingers of vermillion and aubergine
reach into the sapphire twilight
day’s dying sun
longing to hold the golden moment
for a last glance
last touch
last song
when suddenly,
from the darkling sky
radiant stars
erupt in dusky melodies
and indigo night begins
final rays of the sun
spark the meadow grass
spinning the dross to gold
golden evening glow-
stretches from the western ridge-
illuminating the edges of twilight
***
early evening sun-
parts the shadows of the old oaks –
stretching to meet the waters edge
***
deep evergreen day –
gives way to plummy dusk-
sweet, luscious summer night
***
clouds smudge the twilight-
layers of violet, gray and ash-
staining the night sky
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
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