A Sliver Against The Trees

Twilight, the most bewitching

of moments, where colors spill

from a painter’s palette and

fill the sky with the heated hues,

that blaze beyond my myopic world.

 

Fall’s frigid air thick and heavy

displaces my weariness.

I am Sisyphus cursed

with a burdensome stone

burnished smooth by insanity.

 

Here in the betwixt

I am at my most content.

Free from harsh daylight and

the deadened cloak of night

I linger, a sliver against the trees,

 

reveling in this limbo hour

where demands lie still and

the beat of my heart slows

allowing a deep fresh breath

 

…of nothing.

 

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

Wow…………….what a rich piece, Icy Blue. Just fantastic.

[icelandicblue]

Thank you muchly Pryde.

[TL Boehm]

stellar write. Moody. introspective - and it has that chill, just like the season. I linger, a sliver against the trees. Wonderful line.

[icelandicblue]

Thanks Tammy- Moody is my middle name. As I left school last night the sky was so magnificent it just stayed with me until I wrote about it.

[Jack...]

Anne, my favorite time of day is twilight, when the earth is quiet and the skies are slowly disappearing behind the blanket of night. I read your beautiful poem three times and each time it took me deeper into this wonderful realm. Such peace finds me as I read this today. Very beautiful and serene.

[icelandicblue]

Isn't it beautiful then. If the sunset would last longer I would linger until the darkness enveloped me. Thank you so much for your comment.