~~ Evening Glow ~~
Before me, the maple still laden with leaves
on the right, tall leafless locusts in gold salmon hues
are reflecting a sunset that isn’t in view.
To my left a small bird resting high on bare branches -
all echo soft praise as the evening advances.
For this day, late November at 60 degrees,
whose sun cast a blessing able to ease
the portent of winter and its deep freeze,
I too lift a heart full of thanksgiving and
~ Praise ~
JoMae
11/28/17
11/28/17
It was as if all the light of a grand sunset were glowing on the limbs of the locust trees - and no where else. None of those shades were in the sky. Kind of magic, I thought.
