Wednesday, January 16, 2013

After Noon

The sun hangs heavy in the western sky,
seeking refuge behind darkening clouds.
Deep blue hugs the heated curves of light,
bending them as the tree limbs shroud
wet layers of green water and dark shore.
It is unmotivated, waiting for guidance,
attempting a slow, gradual retreat toward
the soft pink fingers of twilight's expanse.
The pull is too great.  The orb, sinking low,
moves smoothly, without hesitation,
going down, to kiss the blushing glow,
leaving it lavender with satisfaction.
     Dusk is the siren's song, seducing the sun
     into shadow.  Night's web has been spun.





This has been a Wicked Wednesday post.



6 comments:

  1. Oh, I like that. It is almost a fantasy piece (in the literary, not sexual or psychological sense). Clever.

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  2. Beautiful words and imagery to note the the change of day to night :)

    ~Kazi xxx

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  3. I think sunset is my favorite part of the day, and your words describe it completely. sexy, seductive and sensual.

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  4. Love the poem and love the image you portray :)

    Rebel xox

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  5. What beautiful imagery this poem conjures..

    Pea ~x~

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