Pagosa Springs Artists

Evening On Sugar Creek

 

The river shimmers in late light
with colors of the evening sky;
and wooded shore, ablaze for fall,
reflects upside-down for all.

A turkey hawk drifts high above,
lone whip-poor-will calls to its love;
the crescent moon begins to rise
while vivid hues fade as day dies.

 

 

 

first published in FLOOR OF THE SKY Chapbook

also published in Poetry Atlas

©2013 Bonnie Manion

   

Poem of the Month

  • October - 2019
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