Low, lingering twilight,
Ooze along the northern skyline,
Occident to Orient;
Darkest at the nadir,
Furthest from the light –
Never fully night.
Within a wooden hut,
Alone with man and beast,
Maiden moaned benignly;
Through her trying hour,
Watched by wakeful eyes,
A smile flickered.
Slowly, inexorably,
Subdued light begins to wax,
Murkiness recedes;
A golden glow grows,
Heralding birth –
A new beginning.
©Autumn Ambles 2010
Picture: Midnight Sun taken July/2010…
You have a way with words the young should envy and us older highly esteem…:)
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Thank you very much. So kind of you to say that…God Bless!
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You are more than welcome…God Bless you as well!!
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Superb.xxx
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Thank you Janet! ❤
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beautiful! That first stanza was a stunner-wow!
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Thank You Melinda…..Hugs! ❤
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You’re welcome 🙂 Hugs to you too
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So sweet! ❤
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😀 always
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The words were perfect for the amazing photo. Also like the way you ended it.
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Thanks! 👍
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Great contribution Elliot.
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Thanks Peter.
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A New Beginning…that phrase has such an impact in light of this poem! Well done 🙂
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Thank You….Hugs! ❤
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OH wow you know I love this! I’m always watching for the sunrise! I love the vibrant colors your captured! You got my attention here! ❤ Hugs my friend!
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Good….Glad to like it…a magical experience to see the sun never set….that moment of eternal Light….. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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