
THE TWILIGHT TREE
THE waning sun
The sky blue still
The night to come
The heart athrill
THE tree so bare
Looks up to the sky
The sunset’s glare
The darkness nigh
IT’S arms outspread
It’s soul inviting
A tree beckons
With love abiding
BOUND notwithstanding
Its Spirit free
All over, burning
The Twilight Tree..
Twilights are one of my favorite times of the day. It is a short time when two worlds merge, creating a third, evanescent one. This poem is dedicated to twilight and the witnessing tree.
In awe with the words and photo!
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Thanks Amy- you are so generous with your praise!
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Loved this poem… despite the fact that Meyer kind of ruined the beauty of the word Twilight for me 😑🙂
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Thank you for liking it and for stopping by, Maria 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thanks a lot, Leya. 😊
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So lovely pic & poem!!!
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Thanks a bunch 😊
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🖤🖤🖤
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Thank you!! 🙂
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