the
angle
has
changed,
the
tilt,
each
shorter
like
every
step
I take,
every
movement
of dawn
to dusk
shorter
cooler
drawing
the gloaming
over my
head
like a
blanket
for
warmth.
Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker
Photo ©2012 R. Burnett Baker
Poetry, Art, and Commentary by Rick Burnett Baker
..and it's time for broadway!
ReplyDeleteI get that feeling of the gloaming as a cover , great stuff , Rick , enjoy the cooling
ReplyDeleteoh you are on a roll Rick
ReplyDeleteAre you eating Wheaties?
Excellent. The prelude to autumn is indeed like a blanket, slowly blotting out summer...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]