Bernard Franklin

Rookie (14 Aug- 1958 / Bath, Somerset)

Endless Circle - Poem by Bernard Franklin

The blood red sunset,
seems to mourn for the day that’s gone,
as pregnant clouds heavily laden with aqua
spill forth
diffusing the suns final rays,
in a kaleidoscope of colour.

As the sun finally slips below the horizon,
it sends the day a sad and fond farewell.
The dusk now salutes the heavens,
as the dark shroud of night approaches.
being neither day or night,
the dusk wraps in silk,
the Earths final entombment.

Eventually as dusk envelopes the light,
an eerie silence descends,
into a pitch black morbidity.
Slowly moonbeams begin to fall from the sky,
creating a heavenly illuminate,
and the stars shine and twinkle,
like a million cosmic pin-pricks.

The numbing cold of this winters night,
turns tepid breath to freezing vapour,
and coats the land with a shell,
of white translucent ice.

Eventually bird song heralds the arrival,
of a pale and frigid dawn,
and in tune with the heartbeat of the earth,
the watery, diluted Sun,
finally peeps over the horizon, to say hello

Ready once more to begin,

This endless circle of life

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, August 24, 2010



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