I love that there is a line of light on the horizon,
a gleam just beyond
A glow of grey at the billowing edge of green,
the globes atop tree branches
It is dark in the corners –
But there, far away, it is bright.
I love that there is a line of light on the horizon,
a gleam just beyond
A glow of grey at the billowing edge of green,
the globes atop tree branches
It is dark in the corners –
But there, far away, it is bright.
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on May 29, 2017
https://choppingpotatoes.com/2017/05/29/gloaming/
An island of green encrusted in jewels
illuminated by the light of oncoming traffic
globes of dandelion fluff sparkling
in the beams undercutting the night mist
a field of glittering diamonds
nothing but a mess of a nuisance by day
Posted by Jennifer Butler Basile on May 4, 2016
https://choppingpotatoes.com/2016/05/04/nighttime-jewels/