Tuesday, April 4, 2017


The ardent lull of evening
Wrapped in regal shades of sundown
A sea of windswept whitecaps
Swirling into a bright abyss

Cradled softly in the arms
Of sihouetted arbor statues
Resplendent in purple and rose
Tender like a lover's kiss

And falling to the Mother's breast
Fading in the last bird song of summer
As the revenent tones of the nebulous sea
Gently sink into eternal bliss

Alison Day