Friday, August 21, 2015

N is for ... Night

The  vibrant   brilliance  
surrenders  to  the  shadows  of  light,
 Purple   dreams  
 come  gliding  under  the moonlight,
Blankets of  darkness 
interspersed  with   twinkling  glimmers of  hope,
The  distance  skies
 radiant   with  stains of  respite.



Jenny Matlock

6 comments:

  1. Purple dreams under the moonlight.
    Nice image.

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  2. When I think of night I think of a sky full of stars!

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    1. I think every imagination brings up the star lit night skies

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  3. You have me wanting to be up in the mountains right now. Love your poem.
    The View from the Top of the Ladder

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    1. May be I could join you.
      Thank you Susie

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