Saturday, November 25, 2017

poem of the day November 25


At a certain light
sometime after sunset
the intensity of approaching darkness
turns the sky into a primordial canvas
filled with the silhouette of naked November trees
Every detail of their ethereal branches fan toward heaven 
Their dark veins rising strong from the womb of earth
I am very aware of this special blue hue light
as it pours through the royal crown of rooted trees  

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