A tangerine sky
The days sunshine bids farewell
To usher nightfall
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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The silence of sunset,
Birds return to their nests,
Resting from their day of song.
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Crickets rosin their bows,
Preparing for the evenings symphony,
While crowds await their glorious tune.
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The sun glows mandarin,
As it slowly ducks behind the shadowy horizon,
Echoing in a tense truce between diurnal and nocturnal.
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As the last sliver of day sets,
The orchestra begins their performance,
Breaking the uneasy silence.
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Eerie yet beautiful sounds of nightfall,
Originating from unseen musicians,
Thrill their awestruck audience.
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Wondrous are the players of the night,
Talented and shy, invisible to all except the trained eye,
Hiding behind their curtain of darkness.
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Night is not to be feared, but cherished,
Enveloping its onlookers in the leisurely tune,
Eliciting a most restful slumber.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Credit – graphics.stanford.edu Blazing sun blinding
Vultures circle overhead
Glad its a mirage
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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1930 Duesenberg J A deep burgundy blush has come over you
An elegant lady
Your curves exquisite in their grace
Stunning in their proportion
Your eyes clear and bright as crystals
Framed in silver and gold as all jewels should be
With lines as fine as any found in Hollywood
You could grace the silver screen
And be outshone by none
Clothed in the softest of skins
Gloved in the finest of leathers
A true beauty polished and refined
Aristocratic in every way, prim and proper
Sad that your fame was so short lived
Still visions of your loveliness shine on occasion
Sparkling like a ruby
Capturing admirers at every turn
Lady Duesenberg your dignity is extraordinary
A rare breed born of a different time
And a shining example to the mediocrity of today
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Credit – pbase.com The sky glows orange
Signaling the end of day
A new beginning
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Bleary eyed,
Bloodshot from too little sleep,
I glare with intent into a cup of black coffee.
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A shimmering pool of obsidian,
Strong, deep and steaming,
Aroma bitter, bordering on unpleasant.
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A look in the mirror bares a distasteful reality,
I look old, I feel old,
Much older than my years.
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Bags under the eyes black and purple,
Fifteen rounds of life,
Beating the senses until they are bruised.
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Tired beyond belief,
I should not be,
Is not an hour of uninterrupted sleep enough?
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Medication seems my only respite,
No dreams, at least none bound to my weary memory,
Just sleep, black, uneventful sleep.
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Tomorrow I will wake,
Groggy from the self-induced coma,
A useless splash of cold water to prod arousal.
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Another cup of bad coffee,
Strong, black and bitter,
Maybe today I should just stay in bed.
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Credit – dnr.state.oh.us A paper lantern
Glowing softly in summer
Lovely firefly
~~ D. R. DIFrancesco ~~
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Credit – en.wikipedia.org Winter doldrums live
As we watch through our windows
Awaiting first buds
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
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Credit – glamquotes.com Love lost to neglect
Cast upon a foreign sea
Drowning in anguish
~~ D. R. DiFrancesco ~~
