Burning Twilight . . .

The week after Thanksgiving provides some of the most beautiful and intense sunsets of the year. Dusk seems eternal as as it struggles to remain, before it finally withdraws into the night of deep Autumn. This time of year inspires my poetry like no other . . . here is one.

Burning Twilight . . .

Fiery canvas
set ablaze
by nature’s own
mysterious ways,
defiant sun
with all it’s might
denies the falling
of the night . . .
Visceral silence
absent time
my soul is witness
true sublime . . .
. . .beauty . . .