Monday, May 21, 2018

Bitty Dusk Ballad...

Few things prettier than dawn-to-dusk, in May's days...

The gilt that etched dawn’s frosted sketch deepens to amber-rose
Dusk’s canvas leaned against the west showcases day’s repose
Its silhouettes of raven ink on bronze and pink become
An echo melded to the cast of Past’s immortal sum

Somewhere a Hand gathers the remnant hemline of today
Beneath His tender touch the countryside is tucked away
The Maker of the morning tips a vault of diamond jars
And splays across night’s heights a panorama made of stars

© Janet Martin

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