MYSTIC.

Fay Slimm.

 

Mystic.

 

The sky idly changes
as day is erased,
awesomely flaring
with in-coming night,
slowly emerging
like sooty-grey fur
as dusk's dim silence
begets more graces
while I wordless 
praise the One who
such beauty maintains
as light-to-dark merges
in mystic twilight.

 

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  • Laura🌻

    So beautifully penned,
    my dear Fay!
    “...the One who such beauty maintains as light-to-dark merges in mystic twilight.”
    I’m envisioning a heavenly image created by your heavenly words !

    ~Laura~

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thanking you muchly dear Laura for both your visit and your supportive comment - - the twilight has such a mystic quality and I wanted to paint it's beauty with words.

      • Laura🌻

        ...and you definitely
        succeeded!

      • Lorna

        Gorgeous picture of twilight - that lovely time of day that is always mystic and never the same twice! Wonderful Fay.......

        • Fay Slimm.

          So glad you saw twilight's magic between the lines of this verse dear Lorna. Thank you for your lovely comment.

        • Michael Edwards

          And so to bed - fine work Fay - love 'day is erased'.

          • Fay Slimm.

            Thanks Michael - the mystery of twilight is always inspiring.

          • Accidental Poet

            In the world of photography it's known as the Golden Hour. The hour before sunrise or after sunset. Beautiful write Fay.

          • Goldfinch60

            Such a beautiful write Fay - into favourites with this one.



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