Saturday, March 13, 2010



The sky pales
Eye-stinging sun glistens
Golden on the western horizon.
I turn to the east,
Wait for the moon to rise
In the darkening sky while
Last rays kiss the tops
Of mulberry trees
Budding; Unaware.
I have never been lost,
Only temporarily
Void of course.

~ Lady Josephine 3/13/2010

1 comment:

  1. Is this poem about the gloaming? It's my favorite time of day. I've nominated you for the Sunshine Award!