The evening climbed the sunset hill.
I saw her against the sun.
She spread her robe in the wind.
Behind her was the city.
The three graces peered over
and they blessed the hour of the transition.
The darkening crest of the hill,
etched with a palette knife,
and the evening claimed her share of the light.
A swallow fluttered its wings,
insignificantly,
before it landed
on the fragile finger
extended,
frail,
to
the
bird,
homeward bound.

Sushama Karnik
Sept 17, 2018

Thanks for the image, Shasta Davis

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The sun had set and a faint pastel haze lingered in the midsummer sky,
and melted into a lurid nightfall ,

TJ Lawrence ,.

Lovely Evening My Friends ~~~

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