The GloamingA Poem by Nipplegrinder
In the moments of the gloaming,
Light slithers upon shards of broken glass Dances on warm waters And calls to darkness in tones of relief. In the dying moments Light leaves hues meant only for this time Beiges and taupes Ochres and filligrees In fading warmth cicadas drone and dragonflies dart the dance before slumber. Dulcet tones of crickets and bullfrogs. Hares and squirrels forage for the day's last nibbles. A gentle breeze washes over emerald lawns punctuated by dandelions and bracken fern Chickadees and wrens warble lilting etudes to the impending night. The gloaming is time for restful remembrance and soothing nostalgia. © 2017 Nipplegrinder |
StatsAuthorNipplegrinderSt. Louis , MOAbout50 year old Gentleman. I write a lot about love. And I write about BDSM. I love to write erotic poems. But, I like to think I do it in a tasteful way. I like to read and review the works of the many.. more..Writing
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