By Marcy Von Kohorn
Vero Beach Branch, Florida
Darkened palm trees spread their fingers against the pale pink of the sky
Ripples skip across the water reflecting a holy path of light
A halo of vivid crimson rings the sun as it dips into pools of purple blue
Before descending into a sphere of golden fire
Streaking its gentle demise with swirls of color
And with one final shudder of brilliance
Expires, leaving the phantom shadows of dusk
And then appears the moon
Eulogizing the end of day
Marcy Love! So vivid and beautiful. You paint with words as masterfully as you do with paints!
Love the color visuals!
Marcy,
An instructor of mine once told our class that the secret to writing poetry is to describe what you see in a way that expresses how it feels to see it. You have done that beautifully! Thanks for sharing.