Like a bright orange cliché
The sun, striated by horizontal shreds
Of purple, mauve, and bluish clouds
Performed a changing lightshow
Behind a frond of dark green ash leaves
That teased the eye
Nudged by the subtle breeze
That barely rippled the water
Tinted as it was by reflected
Hot bronzes and cool blues:
Van Gogh would have been amazed.

I was lulled to accept
The end of the day
Beginning of that
Drowsy do-no-more time.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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