Evening Skies Poem by ANDREW BLAKEMORE

Evening Skies

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I stood in deep and reverent awe
And looked upon those evening skies,
A rich and seamless sea of gold
That through the clouds did weave,
As shadows fell so long and dark
And crept across the grassy field,
Then slowly melted to the dusk
That still September's eve.

The embers smouldered in the hearth
As warming coals that held the light,
In rings of peace then floated by
And cooled as they went past,
Till swallowed by the mouth of time
And lost unto the ash that fell,
Each took away a part of me
Like dreams that could not last.

The trees then touched the fading hues
And stood like autumn silhouettes,
Above the sleeping foreground
As their branches calmly rose,
A breathless hush then filled the air
Upon the setting of the sun,
Those fingered rays before me shone
As day drew to a close.



Copyright Andrew Blakemore 2009

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 28 September 2009

A lovely peaceful write, Autumn is such a lovely season, well done 10 Lynda xx

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Ramesh T A 29 September 2009

Golden Sunset beautifully depicted with the September effect pretty well! Nice Nature poem from an able hand!

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Bonnie Collins 20 January 2010

Very moving and filled with so much of what makes you such a tender writter. I enjoyed this from beginning till the end, it has ALOT of personality... Very good my dear friend..... Bonnie

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Sathyanarayana M V S 08 October 2009

Very, very beautiful poem.....one of the best nature poems..

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Sandra Fowler 04 October 2009

It is in those still moments that creation has its genesis. This poem is gold indeed. May the music never end. Warm wishes, Sandra

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Alison Cassidy 03 October 2009

Your words are the color of amber as you share the images of your poet's eye. A graceful and contemplative poem painted with authority and the softest brush. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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You have painted such a glorious picture Andrew and I felt I was there looking to the skies with you. You are in the season of colorful Autumn and we are in Spring. The last stanza is so peaceful and serene... 10 love Karin

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