While making supper...
The world outside the window disappears
November blue deepens its hue
Until earth slips away
It drapes a shroud of lowered cloud
Across the dying day
The barrenness of stricken tress
The poet’s heart endears
The sallow hill and hollow rill
Are swallowed up in years
And where the world by noon unfurled
A superlative view
Dusk steals the show, soft, subtle, slow
With blue on blue on blue
© Janet Martin
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I hope you enjoyed your pause on this porch and thank-you for your visit!