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