Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Her Departure



(oops, I need to change the time on my camera ! no, I did not see tomorrow's sunset today:)

Beyond the trees she fell
A flaming crimson orb
Into the mystic swell
Of history's never-more
No farewell did she speak
But simply flung her shroud
Against the higher peak
And to the lower cloud
We watch in quiet awe
Her riveting descent
As night-shades softly draw
Across earth’s humble tent

© Janet Martin


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Thank you always for your visit and your thoughts.