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 spiritual path of light
A halo of crimson rings the sun dipping 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
I loved this poem, I wanted to pick up brush and dip into paints to preserve my vision. Just so lovely. Thank you for sharing.
I can see it!
Yours is a beautiful description of sunset, and I love the role you’ve given moonrise. A pleasure to read and reflect on. Thank you!
My immediate reaction was: “I’m packing my bag for Florida!” Your soul is in there and reflects your love of beauty, earth, sky and the grace of the beautiful and powerful universe.
Beautiful imagery. I appreciate the expression of spirituality.