The pink hue of evening light
casts a glow on golden shores.
Birds gracefully fly home to roost.
their silhouettes framed against the sky.
casts a glow on golden shores.
Birds gracefully fly home to roost.
their silhouettes framed against the sky.
Later when rosy skies turn orange,
The echoing beat of their wings
will just be another forgotten moment.
One word Friday - beautiful. x
ReplyDeleteThank you:)
ReplyDeleteAh but not forgotten now you have captured it in this lovely post.
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ReplyDeleteThat 'pink hue' that comes in the evening is just magic to me! And you captured it beautifully! Thanks for linking up!
ReplyDeleteThank you for hosting such a great idea:)
DeleteHi Amanda,
ReplyDeleteYou capture the mood so beautifully. It has always amazed me that a moment of SUCH INTENSITY can become, as you wrote, "just...another forgotten moment." How is that possible? And yet, in listening to the people who have perfect recall, they say it is no fun at all that they cannot forget. Oh well, I'll take -and forget- as many wonderful moments as I can. Thanks you for the lovely poetic offering.
Thank you so much for your insights- it was lovely to have you here:)
DeleteBeautiful just beautiful Amanda - the picture says it all.
ReplyDeletePatricia x
the world would be a better place if we could all remember these moments. Simple things, often the most beautiful, and free too!
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