Like stalwart sentinels they stand
To guard the waning day
Their shadows stretched on muted land
Enfolding work and play
Dark, raven spires reach to brush
The portals where the moon
Lolls in the periwinkle hush
Of day’s retiring swoon
Silhouette, precisely-sketched
Against the crimson dusk
Their flawless detail clearly etched
In shades of dewy musk
Faithful, four-season master-piece
Of intricate design
Timber art rivets our gaze
To dusk's horizon line
© Janet Martin
Another beautiful poem Janet :) I love "dark, raven spires" and "periwinkle hush"... also love your series of photos!
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