Sunset
New colors are invented every night
as the sun sinks deep into the horizon.
Nature's perfect palette,
the end of yet another day,
another sunset.
Each one is different, yet each is the same;
Each means one thing to one person
...and still another to the next;
Each sheds new light and the hope for
still another tomorrow,
one more sunset,
one more painted canvas,
signed in Mother Nature's swirling hand
Maybe it's just Father Time's way
of saying Goodnight
until the stars shimmer brightly
above a symphony of crickets.
January 29th, 2007
written by Haley
New colors are invented every night
as the sun sinks deep into the horizon.
Nature's perfect palette,
the end of yet another day,
another sunset.
Each one is different, yet each is the same;
Each means one thing to one person
...and still another to the next;
Each sheds new light and the hope for
still another tomorrow,
one more sunset,
one more painted canvas,
signed in Mother Nature's swirling hand
Maybe it's just Father Time's way
of saying Goodnight
until the stars shimmer brightly
above a symphony of crickets.
January 29th, 2007
written by Haley
2 comments:
Haley, I love the idea of this BLOG. It is visually gorgeous. The title of the BLOG is perfect! Do you mind if I share it with my students? They are just beginning to create their BLOGS. Great poem. I love sunsets that shimmer over the lake near my house. I look forward to browsing through the Blog at a slower pace.
Mrs. Turner
My favorite line is "signed in Mother Nature's swirling hand." I think this one bears more of a resemblance to last year's poetry.
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