A free verse poetry, “Park, a Quiet Sequence.”
I love going to the park, watching as the SUN whispers its last goodbyes of the day. The effect of its glow across the water, the sky is so profound with color. It inspires a write. A free verse poetry and digital art piece to help you envision.
Park, a Quiet Sequence
Sun drowned evening,
Creates pink—purple palette
Against drifting clouds.
Brought to wanton eyes.
Elsewhere, the birds flock overhead,
And the breeze whispers
To once calm water.
I stand to gaze off the
Minute to minute changes.
I am warm, yet cooling.
I know nothing of what
the breeze has whispered
To stir ripples across blue.
Grass along watery edge,
tenderly bow to a lowering sun.
An ordinary night, near an average park,
where the only proof of people,
is the car lights, shy and distant.
©Linda J. Wolff 2017
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