Fay Slimm.

December Sun.

 

 

December Sun.

 

White caps on an ocean like thick crystal blossom
coloured when pink broke through cloud cover
and December's low sun flooded the gaps.

 

Dusk ran its gold breeze through cliff-top heather,
ruffled small harebells and blushed to russet
small tufts of tough storm-beaten grasses.

 

Naught hit my ears with more wonder than there     
hearing riled waves crack on granite as sunset
ushered gull-flight  to safer roost passage.

 

Wind still smacking stone I headed homeward as
sudden gloaming spilled Night's red blood over
last blue so Day could draw blinds to relax.

 

Comments7

  • Michael Edwards

    Those last two lines are magic - Brilliant dear Fay

  • orchidee

    Good write Fay. The sun at its lowest, this time of year. But soon, an extra minute or two each day again. Wheee! Let's not spend them all at once. lol.

  • BRIAN & ANGELA

    Thanks FAY for another perfect POEM 'N PIC to start the DAY ! Thanks for getting up early to share a "sight 'n sound" glimpse of your beloved Cornwall Coast for those of us exiled in the East where the Coast borders on the dull ! Blessings @ Christmas ~ BRIAN

  • Goldfinch60

    Beautiful words with great imagery Fay.

  • Laura🌻

    My Dear Poetess Fay...
    What a beauty of a gem! Always a delight to read your amazing poems! Many a day they pull me out of my gloomy state of being! You are my scrumptious “tiramisu”...(an Italian dessert)! (literally means “pull me up”)!
    ~Laura~

    P.S.-just noticed Santi’s comment. Congratulations for your poem of the year award! Not surprised at all! All your poems should be award winning! Brava!👏🏻


  • Louis Gibbs

    Lovely picture you paint for us, Fay. Kudos on the attention to poem shape!

  • FredPeyer

    Fay, you perfectly described a lot of our sunsets here! Magic, and so is your poem.



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