THE HILL OF PERCEPTION

There’s a hill in northern Michigan
where summer twilight
lasts so long
that day forgets
to leave
well after
night’s arrival.

Shadows depart
for the western horizon,
blue waters bleed
into purple shore
and sky melts
into earth.

Perception unbound
waking-dozing
border crossings between
reality and dreams.

Reviews

[Tam Warink]

A nice picture poem, Rutherford. Could be on a postcard saying, "Wish you were here..." They still have postcards, don't they?

[rutherford]

Whenever I travel somewhere new, I still make a habit of trying to buy local post cards. Appreciate the complement. Thanks

[Saumya]

oh what a lovely place you beautifully and eloquently described here..:)
i completely enjoyed every word over here:)
a wonderful poem:)
well done ..!:)

[Marie]

It must be so lovely...I've never lived in such place...my life has been flat...

[rutherford]

Thank you Marie. It's a place I go every summer and gives me inspiration for the rest of the year.

[SyberRose]

Very beautiful images...I like the way you dramatize the water and shore with hues of wonder...Rose:)

[rutherford]

Syber, the colors are difficult to capture so glad it worked. I have so many pictures from this hill. The one on the icon is a picture of a sunset there.

[Rita L. Sev]

You take us on a lazy stroll on this beautiful hill... lovely visuals, great use of color in this, John.

[Michael G. Smith]

I've been there but in Wisconsin. You described beautifully. Did see the Willow-o-wisp?

[Pryde Foltz]

A very magical place as the imagery of your poem clearly illustrates. This poem is a nice place to hang.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it is all in how we perceive...

and that is different for each individual...the sun sets earlier for some, later for others...

all depends.

really nice imagery in this piece.