The fractured sunset,
broken by the haze,
shines golden on the foothills
with departing whispers.
Palm trees sway
in plush pacific winds,
celebrating the last sliver of sun.
One light by one
the skyline awakens
to mimic the stars'
strained twinkle through the smog
and salty ocean breezes-
their voices quieted
retreat into the buzz of night.
And on the Santa Monica shore,
sifting through the sands,
the bearded homeless man
looks for his evening meal.
© 2012 Keith Horton
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Absolutely gorgeous... Embracing a mood a place and a person from the opposite end of a glorious eye view (yet still as harmonious and deserving to be seen and considered for their beauty) thank you for a scene to be imagined and preserved. Karen