Night cradled day so gently,
as if to soothe its soul,
and croon the words of comfort,
as death took brightening hold.

There was within that moment,
as shadowed forms were drawn,
a bleeding of the sunshine;
life offered in new form.

The minutes clamoured tightly,
upon light’s heaving back,
in honoured, hauled procession;
the sun set sail, close-tacked.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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2 Responses to Sunset

  1. A beautiful expression of day…… its soft release from the cradled arms of night. Such vivid imagery of something most of us hussler-busslers take for granted all too often. Nice read…

  2. julespaige says:

    I like the nautical reference in the last stanza. Reminds me of Winkin’ Blinkin’ and Nod sailing off in a wooden shoe.

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