Evening Song
Cool sands blend into the sea
the tint of the sinking sun.
Caps are cloud-bursts,
erupt drops that dance
above dusky dove colors
deep as August.
With the flux of the tide,
moonlight floats.
The sky is a queen's crown.
Jeweled; adorned.
Copyright © Jennifer Cahill | Year Posted 2020
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