Magic DuskA Poem by EdmundLintonI watched -- dandelions waltz tips of yellow grain blowing kisses to the hum of a dragon fly, rays of sun waving their goodbyes across darkening ripples of pond stirred by the swirl of two lovers dreaming beneath the surface. An amber glaze of misting dew settled on this scene divine, where past and present, future rhyme, to find a place outside of time. As a cricket finely tuned his bow, to a ribbon of cloud blushing over the rising crescent moon, and a formation of geese signaled the second show, an evening stroke of the Master’s brush paused, as if to share in this magic dusk. © 2015 EdmundLintonAuthor's Note
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