Saturday, October 16, 2010

The Sun's Opus

In the final minutes 
of the day, 

we sit in quiet solemnity
bathing ouselves in the 
champagne-tinged glow 
trickling down through 
the elongated shadows of shore pine 
The sinewy limbs of the trees sway
in the breeze 
 embering lights 
lick our faces and eyes, 
dappling our bodies 
sunflames embed deeply in flesh 

Apollo’s fiery fingers open 
a rift in the clouds 
gloriously engorge themselves 
across the darkening blue
we sit in quiet solemnity
watching as the horizon coaxes
the last droplets of blue from the sky


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