the words finally came together.
This is nearly a month in the making.
Sometimes,
I truly impress myself.
I really like this one. Hope you do, too.
Feel free to share your thoughts ....
The Master's Peace
by Lyn Marinello
As daylight gently tickles the very edge of night
A glow so faint and minimal draws a hopeful line of light
The pinkish hue of sunrise tugs the covers off the eve
And the quietude's awakened as the darkness finds reprieve
Nocturnal wispy slivers are bullied from the sky
The moon slips quietly away as nighttime doth comply
The yawning stretch of daybreak tosses yellow onto gray
With intermittent orange seeping deep into the fray
Pearly little dewdrops like diamonds sparkle on the grass
As sunflowers turn to face the glow; garden worshippers en masse
Sweet winds caress the landscape granting speech to leaves and trees
And ripples quake the stillness that once met the cypress knees
Mid-day meets the mountains; abundant life within emerges
The sun is full and high and bright as afternoon from morn diverges
The ocean waves find solace in the sandy shore's embrace
And still, inviting pathways into the deep woods promise space
To the plains, the swaying wheat, seem to wave at ravines adjacent
The frenetic energy of all of it is chaotically complacent
The sunlight then plays hide and seek as daylight tires of its hold
And angel escalators lead from earth to paradise extolled
Across the canopy of evening, the painter's wares are splashed
Wayward watercolors, artwork unabashed
As Heaven prepares to celebrate another twenty-four come and gone
Clouds receive an effulgent trace as bedroom lights upstairs go on
And the tentacles of twilight stretch across horizon's sky
Another glorious day of blessings slip away on a night breeze sigh
The comforter of slumber drapes the day in prayers unsaid
As a zillion twinkling nightlights dot the ceiling overhead.
The Master's Peace
by Lyn Marinello
As daylight gently tickles the very edge of night
A glow so faint and minimal draws a hopeful line of light
The pinkish hue of sunrise tugs the covers off the eve
And the quietude's awakened as the darkness finds reprieve
Nocturnal wispy slivers are bullied from the sky
The moon slips quietly away as nighttime doth comply
The yawning stretch of daybreak tosses yellow onto gray
With intermittent orange seeping deep into the fray
Pearly little dewdrops like diamonds sparkle on the grass
As sunflowers turn to face the glow; garden worshippers en masse
Sweet winds caress the landscape granting speech to leaves and trees
And ripples quake the stillness that once met the cypress knees
Mid-day meets the mountains; abundant life within emerges
The sun is full and high and bright as afternoon from morn diverges
The ocean waves find solace in the sandy shore's embrace
And still, inviting pathways into the deep woods promise space
To the plains, the swaying wheat, seem to wave at ravines adjacent
The frenetic energy of all of it is chaotically complacent
The sunlight then plays hide and seek as daylight tires of its hold
And angel escalators lead from earth to paradise extolled
Across the canopy of evening, the painter's wares are splashed
Wayward watercolors, artwork unabashed
As Heaven prepares to celebrate another twenty-four come and gone
Clouds receive an effulgent trace as bedroom lights upstairs go on
And the tentacles of twilight stretch across horizon's sky
Another glorious day of blessings slip away on a night breeze sigh
The comforter of slumber drapes the day in prayers unsaid
As a zillion twinkling nightlights dot the ceiling overhead.
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