Sep 20
Observation at Dusk
there is a moment
when the crescent of the sun
falls below the horizon
and the earth gives back the light
as a luminous gift of thanks
to the sky
the earth becomes bathed
in sable and shadowy grays
deeper darkness dwells
beneath the bushes and trees
the earth flattens
into two dimensions
and the sky—the receiver of light
lies above the darkness
brilliant in teals and purples
hardened into a shellac of light
enfolding the colors of the earth
into arms outstretched in prayer
Pamela Olson, 9/20/08
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This is very nice and the photo also!
You know, I’ve seen images of the sun like this many times, and now that I live on the lake, I see this almost every night, and I never thought of a “crescent sun” before. To read it in your lovely poem, I kind of mentally slapped my forehead and went, “Of course!” Thanks to you for the mind- and eye-expanding image.
Very nice read. I enjoyed that. The first stanza is a giant.
This is a spectacular poem and photo Pam. Your evocative words have me re-reading the lines slowly, savoring each thought. Well done! G