Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Summer Vesper



 The sunset was, u-u-u-m-m...grand. Actually, there are no words for what the sunset was...

The shadow climbs the gilded gate
Beneath dusk’s grand pavilion
Until blue depths obliterate
Its silhouette horizon
Against the quiet aftermath
Of mid-day’s bustling duty
The Painter of life’s little path
Unfurls night’s somber beauty

And now the sweet familiar dons
A strange and mystic splendor
The moonlight pools on silver lawns
In midnight’s mellow candor
The charcoal hush dims gold and red
Brushing garden and meadow
As all the world is tucked to bed
Beneath night’s velvet shadow

The lithesome step of eager child
Dashes through dream-land pasture
The brook that threads the begging wild
Murmurs in muted laughter
The tangled tress of raven limb
Strums softly with silk fingers
The air is drenched with midnight’s hymn
Where hope and heartache lingers

© Janet Martin


4 comments:

Thank you for your visit to this porch. I'd love to hear if or how this post/poem touched you!