WHAT A WAY

The golden sun is slowly sliding —

setting behind the live oak trees

that shape the western edges of  my sky.

.

Its light begins to break in pieces

coming through the leafy branches —

flickering  as the gradual turning of the earth

titilates its glow.

 

The spanish moss that hangs

below the lowest branches

becomes a glowing fringe

that undulates as breezes

move it back and forth.

 

Quite suddenly some shadows

consume my colorful display.

 

What a way to watch a day

turn into night!

 

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