Day’s prince,
Robed in
Deep hues of autumn,
Spanning along
Curvaceous lines,
Gradually falling,
Gently lowering,
Fully embracing,
Until taking leave,
Departing,
Disappearing,
Leaving his domain
To a lesser power,
One accompanied by
An infinity of attendants
To adorn the vast
Panorama
With dimmer sprinkles of
Delight,
Keeping watch over
The sleeping beauty
Beneath.
Your words add a touch of wonder to the reign of the sun, moon and stars over God's sleeping world. I love the concept of the stars as "an infinity of attendants...with dimmer sprinkles of Delight." Delightful!
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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