Gilded Moments

Folder: 
Seasonal Poetry

Low on the horizon
the fleeting sun ebbs
incarnadine clouds fade into 
aubergine flying buttresses, 
through hazy, florid layers
as vesper star emerges.
                    
pallid fingers of light traces      
a drooping, requiescat lily.
bathing in a gilded,
stained glass moment

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