Evening Play

A gentle tiptoe. 

Slowly, ever

so gently;

you slow dance your way

across the sky. 

Hung;

by winds


moving in cadence



with the



setting
sun. 


Autumn blues

cascade

against its backdrop.   

A crisp canopy;

of cotton pulled

    luxuries. 

 I stand invited.

Chilled cheeks

     kissed-

       by the wind.

          

You resonate ...

   glory.

My gaze pulls

to and fro

like blankets pulled over

my head...

Intimate.

Delicate.

Intricate.

Delight.

You are all these things and more...

by dawn until night.

Where then as only You can;

paint pendulums of portraits-

for the few,

with sight.

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