The brilliant western sun
in glorious burnt orange fury
is headed out to pasture
Making room for
a seamless starry night
for those bright
incandescent lights
to illuminate
a century of
waiting ruins
Tame at last
the scattered sun rays
make their last stand
The whippoorwill sings
of a vast, aching loneliness
In the glimmering, glowing sunset
skies fade to rust
evening birds take flight
ripened wheat sways
in wild gyration
Somewhere walking
in deep distant dust
footprints left for a moment
The countryside echoes silence
faded flowers dream
the prairie…
a land slung low
the history screams
Landscape
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Well, you certainly draw a picture with this one. Showing a lot of versatility.
Marissa, I think I need to be at Starbucks in a black turtleneck with some sort of latte drink..and a laptop, don’t forget the laptop 🙂
Of course. Picturing it now.
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waw… this a beautiful poem or better to say one of the finest work describing the sunset and its beauty… liked it so much… 🙂
Thank you so much for the wonderful comment!
Sublime!
Thanks so much!
Lovely word art.
Thank you for the wonderful compliment.
I can see it, I can hear it, I can smell it, I can touch it…..enchantment for the senses.
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Beautiful description, I have no doubt, the scenery is gorgeous over there!
There are certain aspects of that are really pretty, sunset for one and when the stars come out. That particular setting is from my grandparents’ farm where I spent a lot of time alone as a child which you can probably tell, ha ha!