sometimes an evening drinks a day

 

sometimes an evening drinks a day
the mustard sun flattens to dark
and falls behind horizon lines
trees in blackened shingles freeze
their outlines on a mountain top
and there is left beneath the moon
a solitude of nightly calls
that pierce the dusk unseen as all
that one can see for hours ahead
are purple hills beyond the ridge
in my house feathered moves of night
drifts the sharp spearmint of my thoughts
where I wait for the stars that hold
bright galaxies of rodeos
where I can spot with practiced eyes
the fancy night show God provides
and watch the day go down the throat
of evening holding stars afloat

 

Author's Note

Happy Easter!!!

Reviews

[Sel Whiteley]

Love the weaving of food and daytime's here, showing nature's delicisiouness then the progression into night. The lines

I wait for the stars that hold
bright galaxies of rodeos
where I can spot with practiced eyes
the fancy night show God provides
and watch the day go down the throat
of evening holding stars afloat

provide sublime closure and wonder to the poem. There are not enough superlatives to describe them. I adore this poem.

[Tate Morgan]

Strange how everything melds into the background an opens the door toold memories

[.......]

nothing but pure poetry here, really enjoyed this.

[Robin]

poetry, pure poetry

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

There is nothing more intoxicating then drinking in nature... but it leaves you feeling good the next morning.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

I can't even begin to tell you how beautiful this piece is. Amazing!

[Art Sun]

this is a nice Easter poem...very visual and expressive...God does provide us the most splendid views...

A Happy Easter to you ...

This is simply wonderful, A most splendid write.