Hilda Conkling

((1910–1986) / New York)

Sunset - Poem by Hilda Conkling

ONCE upon a time at evening-light
A little girl was sad.
There was a color in the sky,
A color she knew in her dreamful heart
And wanted to keep.
She held out her arms
Long, long,
And saw it flow away on the wind.
When it was gone
She did not love the moonlight
Or care for the stars.
She had seen the rose in the sky.
Sometimes I am sad
Because I have a thought
Of this little girl.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2016



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