Solitude

the sun setting
golden in the breathless sky,
the sky turning red and pink and apricot
like a Parrish sunrise

there is a benediction
of hushed voices
as the night gathers
its dark crown and silk grasses

and the cave of the heart
takes off her shy veil
surrenders to all that is
like lilies blessing the open field

gods still walk amoung us
in the silence of holy men
and women. I am incapable of knowing
anything more.

About This Poem

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Ohio, USA

Favorite Poets: Bokonon: “Let your life be the poem you write”.

Comments

This is the awe of coming night

This is the awe of coming night so beautifully described,
revealing the essence of the centre of all things...

Ann

So much good imagery here I can't detail it all. The only thing which niggles at me is benediction.......for some reason it seems there should be another word which would better describe the quiet murmuring without lending a holy bent.............stan