DUSK
bare trees seem to gather
along a purple fiery horizon
attentive and still
their envy turning from green to black
as they witness the sun's slow surrender
to the night's dark seduction
Poem by
Lou vaughn
DUSK
bare trees seem to gather
along a purple fiery horizon
attentive and still
their envy turning from green to black
as they witness the sun's slow surrender
to the night's dark seduction
Poem by
Lou vaughn