Dusk

westward wind tarries 
sea-floral fragrance

rain clouds
slinging its glorious mane

a darkening 
of trees sway below gibbous moon

tide recedes
crooning last summer's song

time slips
hushed and gentle like the gazelle. *


Title and last line from Dusk, Gabriela Mistral.

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long shadows of sunset

stole my breath & words-

I drank as a daughter *

Her mother's milk, milk of the palmtrees *

*Drinking, by Gabriela Mistral

Grace @ Florida Vacation

Sunset

Sunset

© Teresa ~ Razzamadazzle

fading sun was harsh on his eyes 
like flint stones on weary bones, 
searing pain which pills couldn't ease anymore


years of heavy smoking and rich eating
have finally caught up with him, 
toxic waste on breath, darkening shadows


he had called up everyone he knew 
that week, talking at length and joking as if
on a party, masking fear under crinkled eyes 


he  asked for all of his sons to visit him,
without any explanation, and my hubby said,
he was busy at work, maybe some other time 


of course, no one knew that
the next day, after lunch, that it was his last 
unexpectedly embracing death in one beat 


until this day, 24 years later, his last request
still rankles at my hubby's heart,
like a thorn deep and fresh, unfading memory of the sun  






Posted for:   D'verse Poets Pub:   History - A look back on the last days of my father-in-law.  and Real Toads:   Teresa Phogography

Sunrise and Sunset

If you missed the sunrise,  

would your morning be any different ?

 If you missed the sunset,

would it make any difference to how your day ended ?