Untitled (Sunset Sonnet)

I wrote this after saying the first couple words in Walmart. B. Mahoney probably remembers.

The stained-glass horizon throws shades on Earth's surface

Like slow-motion fireworks in feather-soft focus.

The songbirds are quiet, but nicely in-tune, 

And the breeze, with inspection, holds hints of perfume.

There's a river, a quiet, meandering stream,

That feels gently familiar, as if from a dream;

A river resembling a bright, gilded glove

To the eyes of a plane humming softly above.

As the sun is adjourning his day in the West,

One can spy far-off mountains with tall, painted crests.

So as day says it's last and most solemn goodbyes,

And a brush-stroke of violet streaks low through the skies,

The horizon will silently give up the fight,

And await an owl's eulogy, buried by night.

Reviews

[masqued_muse]

Daniel...I have been perusing your work. It is day after the much celebrated fourth of July. Therefore; I am weary. But your work kept urging me on....to read more. You are very gifted. A master of introspection and imagery. I will review, rate these offerings later on. It is hard to believe you are a teenager, but as the mom of 4 adults, I learned long ago to appreciate every little emotion, expression, and logic they had to divulge. They are still the most gifted, passionate artists I have been blessed to know. Please add me, review my work. And....welcome to my world....strange as it comes.
masqued_muse

[B. Mahoney]

B. Mahoney doesn't remember much from wal-mart...