SUNSET

Another sunset poem

Black shadows open,

Their tendrils unfold,

Squeezing the last of

The sun’s shining gold;

 

Squeezing the last

Of the gold-shining sun,

Black shadows triumph,

For darkness has won.

Reviews

[Baby Ricochet]

We have great sunsets over the Gulf coast

[Marie]

I imagine so. I don't see many here.

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Ahhhhh, sunsets can be so breathtaking.
You described them wonderfully.

[Marie]

THank you.

[wordman]

and a beautiful sunset it is

[Marie]

Thank you. I pulled the picture off the Internet.

[wordman]

you are welcome,and it was a great picture

[Woody]

another great onem Marie. tendrils squeezing the sun's gold. brilliant imagination.

[Marie]

Thanks. I meant this to be A heavier sort of poem that my susual sunset poem.

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

short, sweet and still delivered with rich imagery..very good job