Friday, January 13, 2012

The Subtlety

                                                   Brenda Bryant



The blaze has gone, the black is nigh;
There is a subtlety in the sky.
The day, which put on such a show,
Now settles into a rosy glow.
A smudge, a daub of sun-stained fingers,
Spreads itself and, streaking, lingers.
As night takes over from the day
The little tug goes on its way.


The pomp and circumstance have gone,
The dignitaries departed,
And we are left just pondering
On the way the evening started.
The titivation of the street,
The carpet, red, unrolling,
The crowds all braying as of one,
The praising and extolling.
The special guests, dressed to the nines,
The primping and the passion,
The tossing back of blonded hair,
The fawning and the fashion!
But now it's dawn, the night has gone,
And we are left to ponder
On trumpets that played not one note
And bounty made to squander!


Linda Jacobs said...

Beautiful pink sky and your words are lovely!

My name is Riet said...

Bautiful sky and words

Suzanne said...

The photo reminds me of a book I read once. Great photo.

Tina´s PicStory said...

great sky!

Sanna said...

Nice sky shot!

Have a nice weekend =)