Coyote

Twilight

Sunlight glistens...
I listen to butterfly wings
as a bird sings a song
from a departed age.
Lost in a dream, life
seems empty and
void of substance.
The wind is still
and a chill grips
bones that tremble
alone in the dim twilight
awaiting morning's consoling
bliss.

Comments3

  • Teddy.15

    Wow, superb imagery elegantly written into a beautfiul piece of twilight bliss, this one soothes the soul.

    • The elder poet

      you paint a picture with your words.Very nice .

    • Goldfinch60

      Beautiful words Coyote.

      Andy

    • Lorna

      So quiet even with the bird's song. I just loved this.



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