The Moya View

In the realm of twilight

Image credit: Evgengy Lushpin.

the wind is dying in the umbral night all around

the small bridge becomes the canal’s umbrella
weaving a shy blue garment for the waters,
a silvery gown across the imponderable blue

the moon glides free, an argent shadow

the rain dove purls a plaintive lay, drenching
the darkening streets with a drowsy kiss
in these hours of tears





One response to “In the realm of twilight”

  1. caroline46 Avatar

    Superlative. The last stanza is the best you have written!

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