Under the Light Poem, by Gary Edward Geraci, at My poetic side

Variations, the slaty scarp now a pale yellow,

A rose-red precipice under a dawn sky

Fades into grey, the day gulps it’s caffeine.

Oh wondrous Light how you reveal new shades, new news,

Never the same. our dwellings too appear, doused in

Pastels, perched above life’s haze, on promontories

And bluffs; built to blend; strong, withstanding the wicked

Gales, though below most skies, a calm and prevailing

Paradise - so few troubles; relaxed Adirondacks, where

Chests take deep breaths, golden

sips of bourbon

Lube blissful conversation; and prompt appreciation

For surveying the sea coast where a distant

Steeple and Cross ever so gently call and

Beckon to hearts and minds seated under the Light.

Gary Edward Geraci

dean langmuir April 1st, 2022 16:53
Nice write,take care
orchidee April 2nd, 2022 01:57
Good write Gary.
Ohh, deck-chairs - sort of? Those Adirondacks. You call them deck-chairs in the U.S.?

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