at twilight,
high in my writer's loft
i stand vigil at the window
and watch
as the forest goes black
the big sky,
marbled with dark blue clouds
slides like thin paint on glass
into the forest
night is falling
in the Okanogan Highlands
slowly, but suddenly
the sky and forest merge
into the blackness
that is night
the window
in my writer's loft
is transformed
into a black canvas
awaiting creation
Oh, yes! I like this descriptive poem. I like nights and the changing sights. You captured the vision nicely. Well done, Sue.
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Thank you.
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Very nice visual images. Hope you had some good Okanogan Cherries this summer!
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The cherry tree on our property is in full bloom!
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Yum! We camped in the Happy Valley Camp Ground Cherry orchard years ago at Penticton!
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Night is so cool!
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