Sip the Sunset
Alone, beneath the skies of sunset wine,
infuse me with your golden minutes’ keep -
break the cloudy mantle’s mood so dreary,
subdue the winds to flutes of airy sweep
imbibing rays of crimson-orange hues,
inebriate to liberate dull senses seized -
fly away! those murky flocks of gray no longer moody
a consequence of sweet relief received.
Susan Ashley
September 29, 2020
(December 21, 2019)
Copyright © Susan Ashley | Year Posted 2020
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