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Tuesday, February 16, 2021

Dusk Is Heavens At Hightide

 

Winter Dusk often seems to tug at the poet's brush
begging, 'paint me a poem'!



Dusk is a beaut, as daylight melts into apricot glaze 
And melds moments we held into a veldt of yesterdays 
It tugs at harbours deep within where echo-floats are moored 
Yon fell is like a violin beneath night’s chin secured 

Dusk is heavens at hightide rolling in across the lea 
Earth’s shoreline disappears beneath a deep blue soundless sea 
To wash away work-a-day worlds with whispers, winter-plush 
Like a velvet banner unfurled across the noise and rush 

Dusk is the perfect way to end each day, don’t you agree 
Twilight plays out its shadows until earth is ebony 
Where we like little sailors on its onyx crest embark 
On voyages of slumber until morning melts the dark 

© Janet Martin 

Slightly pre-dusk
the lowering sun tossed the white fields 
with blue-capped waves





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