Monday, November 21, 2005

Softening Epiphanies

21 November 2005, 9:43 PM

Clouds are draped like glowing
Heather set ablaze by light of setting
Suns retreating swiftly toward Horizon

Slate advances
Rose recedes

I grieve this softening reprieve

Yet praise ascent of Moon and Stars
Keeping watch o’er all we are
All we’ve been
All we’ll be as wax and wane the suns
Of years to come

© 2005 Maria Stuart

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