Wednesday, December 2, 2020

December Dusk

December dusk such as tonight
deserves a little tribute


Where blue and gold 
like sea and sand,


wash through a mold 
Of day in hand 


and folds the land 
and sky into 

A world that slip, 


Slip-


Slips from view




Where stubble gleams 
like golden studs... 

that stipple reams 
of frozen mud 


while dusky pink 
to black ink drains


until only 
a moon remains 

© Janet Martin 

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