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Winter's Evening

Orangey hues sifting through leaves. Persimmon, peach, pumpkin I believe. Blackened before the glow, tree branches and ends. Through crystal panes, the shadows descend. Scarcely enough to ignite the sky. Day becoming night, as the Sun bids goodbye.

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Pashang Salehi

Date: 7/13/2016 5:16:00 PM

Micheal, I didn't know you're Persian!You explained eloquently the night we call it "Yalda". You can always Google it.... Nice knowing you my brother.

Pashang Salehi
Date: 7/15/2016 8:09:00 PM

You are, you just don't know it... Check ancestry.com.... LOL

Michael Whatley
Date: 7/15/2016 3:13:00 AM

Thank you so much for your words, Pashang! Unfortunately I'm not Persian - probably just a coincidence that I felt compelled to write about the last nights of winter... Interesting reading up on "Yalda" though!

John Fleming

Date: 5/24/2016 1:56:00 PM

Beautiful little poem, Michael - An absolute joy to read! An obvious seven. My best regards. :) john

Michael Whatley
Date: 6/15/2016 4:25:00 PM

Short and sweet, long and deep - it's good to mix things up in my opinion. Many thanks for the kind comment, John! :-)

Gordon Mcconnell

Date: 5/19/2016 1:12:00 PM

Such a nice piece Michael, superbly penned!

Michael Whatley
Date: 6/15/2016 4:23:00 PM

Thank you very much, Gordon!

Fritz Crytzer

Date: 5/12/2016 9:49:00 PM

I feel autumn, I feel it. It makes me feel, and that is good poetry. Concise, there! Fritz the Cat

Michael Whatley
Date: 5/17/2016 5:14:00 PM

Thank you so much for saying so, Fritz! This one is about a sunset, the emergence of leaves, and therefore the death of winter (aka Winter's Evening), as spring comes into its element. A good way to end this "Winter's" series, I thought :-)