“Eve”
A night of waiting,
childlike anticipation
for a new sunrise.
Steve D
A night of waiting,
childlike anticipation
for a new sunrise.
Steve D
Fiery sunburst
drives off midnight sky and sea;
brass-stained horizon.
Steve D
Red sun rising, a
portrait, though fleeting, it is
captured in my mind.
Steve D
If red sunrise means
that blood was spilled, would not the
sun always be red?
Steve D
Rose, magenta, peach –
all ripple and weave on the
early horizon.
Steve D
Soft hues streak the sky
Water glistens silver-gold
The world is yet hushed
Steve D