Snap Shot
Twelve degrees defines it
Six above or six below
civil dawn or civil dusk
A golden nostalgic show
Of other worldly beauty
A time of reflection to see
another undeserved gift
granted to you and me
The rays of the sun
softened ,blues and violet hues banned
filtered through a blanket
Of smoke and smog and sand
Taking on a sepia tint
As orange and red hues combine
Muted with a touch ,of directional light
to perfectly Align
The golden hour
Reigning supreme,among the minutes of the day
Casting all in its wondrous glow
Chasing all shadows away.
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