Sunset Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Sunset



As I descend the bended stairs
I’m blinded by a shaft
of ruddy blaze
which stains the foyer walls.
Tinged with saffron edges,
the flush flowers
seem to pulsate
with radiance.
Through the leaded portal
I regard the sky
awash with purple, pink and gold.
The river reflecting it’s brilliance,
this curtain call of light’s parade.

Friday, October 11, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: pink,purple
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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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