by John Trent
A watercolor sky
Subtle brush strokes upon this eve’s horizon
Cottony vapors,
Linger,
Holding tight to a deepening blue
Illumined by rays from twilight’s distant reach
While a grove of painted palmettos,
Whisper,
Whisper a lullaby on night’s sultry breath
And welcome the encroaching darkness
As pastel colored dunes slowly fade from view
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