Imperceptible
Before Sol sinks into the pitch of night,
cricket chirps echo bellowing bullfrogs.
The sun bleeds red, inking the night with light;
while woodpeckers drum on old hollow logs.
Splintered silhouettes silently conjoin;
flowing into ebon pools of twilight.
The sun gilds the moon, two sides of one coin;
golden disks, fueling life with their light.
Ebony skies unveil the universe,
encrusted with billions of twinkling gems.
Splendiferous pink-colored clouds disperse;
while flowers nod off, snoozing on their stems.
Tethered to time's imperceptible string;
we're somehow connected to everything.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2020
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