Saturday, April 19, 2014

Apprehension at Sunset

2014-04-20 02.17.13

Photo name “Trunk”, courtesy of my friend Jane

Apprehension at Sunset


Unrestricted by form,

except within nature’s bosom,

the lone tree reaches out,

imploring the sun to linger longer,

its silhouetted visage obscured

by the shallow angle.


But the sun never waits

for one lone tree, nor does

the angle of light bend for it

even as the sun dips a few degrees

from igniting the clouds along the

horizon, bleeding orange crimsons,

then violet indigos, until

the lone silhouetted tree is

indistinguishable from the

quiet of night.


Until the awaking owls

sing love songs to one another

from the branches of the lone tree,

which will slowly come into focus

once the moon delivers a love note

from the departed sun.



NaPoWriMo Day 19 – Free Write

1 comment:

  1. love this - the longing of the tree for the light to remain - then the last stanza - filled with sweet moonlight and the sound of owls - lovely! K