December Dusk

There, just beyond the hill
And above where the woods
Lean into the lingering light

A pale full moon is dropping
Little leaves of light and shadow
From the bare limbs of oaks.

And now, for just this moment,
The last glints of setting sun
Blush it with a pink aureole,

So close I can almost reach out
And hold it in the cup of my hand
Like a shy beloved's breast.




Poetry by countryfog
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Written on 2010-12-06 at 15:00

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ngaio Beck
wonderful graphic,(and sensitive
2010-12-12


jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
such beautiful imagery
i am off to woods ...the last 3 lines are zingers :)
2010-12-07


John Ashleigh The PoetBay support member heart!
You create such powerfull imagery. A beautiful read. The december month is the month for photography. Keep writing.

Your friend,
John.
2010-12-06