A falling day


Like a whispering voice

A diminishing  of things

a warmth in the weary eyes,

and daily stories

from ancient  seasons,

giggles and high emotion,

in a day that sinks

in shades of pink


One thought on “A falling day”

  1. The poem of a sky that is letting itself go with the end of the sky. I love the subtleness of the two last lines, I think in eye lids closing softly at the sun of late afternoon. Thanks Sylvie.
    (My reader skipped this poem, at least I discovered you today)

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