Curtain Call
I can't decide upon goldenrod,
dandelion, or just plain old yellow,
but tonight's buttery light
melts into mother earth
as periwinkle sky winks, blinks
and yawns her way toward midnight.
So much I love silhouettes itself
against evening's curtain call
as twilight's music begins.
by Margaret Bednar, March 21, 2016
This is linked with "dVerse "Quadrille #5 - melt" - a poem in 44 words, no more, no less, and this week's word we must use is "melt".
I can't decide upon goldenrod,
dandelion, or just plain old yellow,
but tonight's buttery light
melts into mother earth
as periwinkle sky winks, blinks
and yawns her way toward midnight.
So much I love silhouettes itself
against evening's curtain call
as twilight's music begins.
by Margaret Bednar, March 21, 2016
This is linked with "dVerse "Quadrille #5 - melt" - a poem in 44 words, no more, no less, and this week's word we must use is "melt".
My favorite time of day and you capture it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI love those silhouettes as twilight comes...you put it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteI love the end of the day and you have translated its beauty so well.
ReplyDeleteYou took me with you. Lovely.
ReplyDeleteI love that line: 'Tonight's buttery light melts into Mother Earth'.
ReplyDeleteThe sunset is wonderful, there is a sense of tranquility and rests to come... right now it's the perfect time of year to really live in the sunset...
ReplyDeleteI was right there experiencing it with you! Amazing!
ReplyDeleteI'm a sucker for sunset silhouettes! This is a great depiction. Beautifully done, Margaret! Walter
ReplyDeleteI love that part of the day too, the changing colors and silhouettes of dusk ~
ReplyDeleteThanks for joining us Margaret ~ And lovely photo of our daughter ~
You evoke lovely images.
ReplyDeleteSo much I love silhouettes itself
ReplyDeleteagainst evening's curtain call...
Beautiful, beautiful lines.
Thanks, I needed that quiet beauty to remind me that despite the terrorist chaos that has descended upon the world, we have a choice to take a breath, be thankful for our families, touch the face of AllThatIs, & let twilight lull us into the sweetest of slumber.
ReplyDelete'Periwinkle sky' :)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
Got so immersed in the poem I had to read again to find out how you used 'melt'. Loved it.
ReplyDeleteI love, twilight's music. What a lovely phrase. Wonderful poem, Margaret.
ReplyDeleteEnchanting. Delightful color and ambience.
ReplyDeleteAh.. the blisS
ReplyDeleteoF seeing..
feeLinG..
no separation
iN TwiLiGht
skEyes
Of
Earth
and i..:)