Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

Below the Horizon

The sun smiles a greeting at me
I meet his wan rays graciously
unblinded, unbowed
unblinking -- 
I hold the cards now
in December
the sun's played his hand --
Pale, absent fire
he slips
inconspicuously 
below the horizon

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Caren Krutsinger December 5, 2019 at 4:15 AM Such a lovely feeling as I read this, it lulled me into a feeling of gladness. Gershon Wolf December 5, 2019 at 12:10 PM I'm glad that you're glad. ~ Pollyanna ('The Glad Game!

Chris Green December 4, 2019 at 2:29 PM One of your best I think my friend. I just love sunset poems. Gershon Wolf December 4, 2019 at 3:57 PM Might have had you in mind here, my friend. Thanks, gw

Ilene Bauer December 3, 2019 at 5:51 PM nice one, gershon! i like the whole card metaphor very much... Gershon Wolf December 3, 2019 at 6:05 PM Thanks, ilene. Ante up! :) gw