Tall crepe myrtle grow in the front of my house. They glow especially brilliant in the sun at the time of day called…
The Golden Hour
…
Evening gilds the pink crepe myrtle
Glorifying every bloom
branches stretch and ivy creep to
Golden hour treasure boons
…
How we wonder at the Canvas
Painted while we work and play
No excuse we see the story
Written for this time of day
…
Stroking, revealing, highlighting, detailing,
The Artist touches everything
Giving hope of life eternal
renewing faith, reviving dreams
…
Though ’tis brief and often weary
Life its golden curtain draws
Thoughts to warm your heart sincerely
At the end, a brilliant dawn
…
~Julie Robinson
Beautiful!
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Loved the poem. I tweeted it on twitter. Peace my friend your poetry is very inspiring.
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Love that! I am enjoying the push of doing the month long of poetry. Every day I get a spark and write and put it aside to finish and change later at night. I think I will continue writing poetry after the challenge. Thank you!
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Great, I can see you are enjoying it. Writing poetry is very satisfying, I don’t think you will look back now. Enjoy.
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there is a poignant serenity captured here that includes a spectacular and inspiring conclusion
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Thank you! Love your comment, poetry friend.
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you are welcome, poetry friend!
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Thanks for encouraging this nice lady, she is new at writing poetry, but we can both see she is enjoying it.
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Love your way of expressing yourself. Really refreshing!
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