A Magical Time
Ebony shadows pool
in the darkness of night.
And behind crimson clouds,
a spent sun slips from sight.
A cauldron of black bats
eclipses a gold moon.
While traversing a sky
of sable and maroon.
Dusk buffs, green canopies
to a shadowy sheen.
And consolations form,
where only time has been.
Shrouded in ghostly mist,
deprived of light, plants weep.
And their tears morph into
drops of dew as we sleep.
Night's a magical time
that is dear to my heart.
And meant to be savored;
like aged wine or fine art.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
