The Glory of the Eastern Edge

In moments of twilight civility an exchange of gifts - darkness for light.. RISING from beyond the softening silhouette edge you brighten like a blushing damsel hazy haloed unabashed in the pleasure of ripening daydreamer ...a vivid blur of lemon drop... veiled by a wispy fanfare of mares’ tails windswept forth in pinkened pageantry heralding the maturing marmalade horizon - arousing a drowsing periwinkle sky your prosperous glow casts a molten net of gold slanting low across the ebb and flow igniting the imagination - agleam with peachy dreams - of just-waking waters while catching fire-tipped riffles; rubies gathered ride the tide to the coastline glamorizing the washed still-sleepy seaward sand saturated in the rose-colored nectar of your generous nature ~ Susan Ashley October 13, 2018 *Mare’s tail: a long narrow cirrus cloud whose flowing appearance somewhat resembles a horse’s tail, often indicating high winds in the upper troposphere.*