Last Acts

How heat of sultry summer's eve consumes me.
Feisty bloody crimson glow ignites a flaming skyline;
dusk radiant decorates the golden amber melt.
Performance interrupted only by whistling voice.

Westward night cloud drifts, a gentle floaty dream.
A melody of feathered choirs gather - 
fatigued; vanishing into the moonlight to slumber.
Delightful promise of attractive sunrise.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2009

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April 3, 2009 at 12:26 AM
Cool title! Sumptuous imagery and striking language... neat alliterations too!! Best wishes, Keith
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April 2, 2009 at 8:54 AM
Wonderful images of both the sunset and the sunrise, Anna-Marie. Love the way the birds herald the approach of evening. "Feathered choirs gather" is a beautiful thought!
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