poems written on the fly

cycles

In art, d. james, literature, poem, poetry, writing on 17 May 2010 at 2:20 pm

out the kitchen window
the late afternoon light
plays like a sax solo
against the building
across the way

cloud wisps
catch pink
as the sun hits
the horizon

the azure sky
goes darker
by degrees

evening comes
stealth and still
like a beautiful lover
passionate, intense

another night
lies ahead
awaiting the dawn

(D. James)

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  1. Such a vivid image of the setting sun and the approaching evening…very well said.

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