Dusk
Clouds as Heavenly rose bushes
In the sky
Charcoaled veined branches
Pushing and piercing
Entangled knotted wooden arms
Acquiring the sky
Captivating territory
Pressing into spongy soft
Of early darkness.
Molding their wishes into Blue
Tranquility cut, scissored-in
As hurrying birds chisel their way
Into darkening
Descending day.
Copyright © Nora Glikman | Year Posted 2007
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