Water In Twilight

Written for:  The Sunday Muse #34


Twilight burns the water
red gold. Through bare
branches, a touch
of peony pink winks–
soon to be gone. Buildings,
homes, and trees turned
upside down like Alice’s
world. Only in this ethereal
light are two worlds possible.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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8 Responses to Water In Twilight

  1. Mike Bayles says:

    Sarah, this poem is wonderful.



  2. Carrie V. H. says:

    That last line is glorious Sara, and I love the notion of a peony pink wink! Simply lovely!!


  3. Vicki says:

    This is lovely, Sara.


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