Friday Poetry : November Sunset – Poem by Steven Federle
About five o clock,
the warm November day
just stops.
Bright afternoon
slams into evening
not even pausing
for twilight.
Blue sky
dims quickly
to violet,
but over ragged black woods
the orange sun
lingers
Then suddenly bursts
into astonishing gold.
Blithely ascending
the bright crescent
claims the cool
velvet night.
Steven Federle
Thank you Nigel. Love it.
November 25, 2016 at 10:48 pm
🙂 🙂 🙂
November 28, 2016 at 12:15 pm