I enjoy writing about the feel of evening -
it's magical, mysterious sense.
Here's a few selected poems from a collection I call:
From The Dark
Slender Intruder
The pit viper strikes-
lonely serpent of night
stealing the breath
from a weakening agent of blue
How fangs, rancor vessels of deliverance
pierce the purity of ambrosial silence
pressing the somber shadows
against the open windows of light,
draining the horizon
of fervor and promise
Slithering reptile of nocturnal delight,
abruptly coiling
around the frame of innocence,
scratching the flesh of day
with scales of darkness
All come to rest in armless embrace,
prey to the forked tongue
of its cunning intent
copyright 1999
Nightfall Sensorial
Hear the dark bird twill
the evening call,
stir motion in still petals,
sleepy-eyed sojourners of noon
See the night fold
in crisp layers,
vapor clouds undressing
the moon
Feel the sway of the dusk dance
waltzing branches silhouette
the cobalt fading sky
Sense the comfort of closure,
as the breeze softly murmurs
a reassuring midnight sigh
copyright 1998
La Bella Luna
Night falls surely,
as each drop of comfort
is drained from the sky
The lake holds mysteries
deeper than dreams captured
as fruit in a still life painting
Upon the distant edge,
the silhouette of pearl primrose;
la bella luna stirs the calm
And with raised glass
we toast her renaissance
with transparent scars
We are simply celestial:
two stars in slow destruction,
creating ripples in the wake
copyright 2001
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