Reflections 4

The yard fills
with the color
of melted down rain clouds
what was once verdant and sundappled
now sways, blue and black
in the dusk breeze
the surrounding trees
became buttressed walls
of a twilight cathedral
and the starscaped mural
on the ceiling
is alive with the jeweled ribbon
of the milky way
I never feel the weight
of my heart in my chest
except on evenings like this
when the quiet speaks so loudly
around me

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Writer/Plumber/Poet/Father/Gentleman/Romantic
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8 Responses to Reflections 4

  1. So completely perfect and beautiful Eric. ❤

  2. oldepunk says:

    This is really good Eric. I get this feeling when I’m in the Davis Mountains at night

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