Friday, January 2, 2015

Dusk's Deep, Blue Veranda

From dusk’s deep blue veranda
Time drinks the dying day
As if, because its supper-time
There’s nothing more to say…

Day-moments, like a ripple
In the harbor or bay
Though I would stretch them to your sky
Slip silently away

Gilt glimmer on the bayou
Where light and darkness vie
'neath dusk’s deep blue veranda
We tarry, you and I

…there touch and thought embraces
Faces and places dear
Then, dusk’s deep blue veranda
Dips and they disappear

© Janet Martin

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