Another Setting Sun

by Rita Putatunda

Flamingo wings are the clouds,
touched by the lingering fingertips
of another setting sun.
As they funnel into the vanishing horizon,
the waters of the lake mimic
the ruby plumage of the sky.
Softly, softly, the shadows deepen
the husk of the dusk.
At the water's edge the moored boat
rocks itself into a dreamless slumber.
A fitful breeze whispers a lullaby
through the leaves of tall trees,
dissolving into the deepening gloom.
Incandescent lights blink open their eyes
- one, by one, by one -
like pinpricks of amber starlight
caught in the tangled tresses
of a moonless earth.

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Another Setting Sun
by: Prashanth K.P.

Rita, wonderfully rhymed and what a dedication to our Gauri. You seem to a bundle of mystified talent. Do nurture it and don't let go.

I for one have become your instant fan and follower.

Nature lover at poetic best
by: Anonymous

All your poems observe small things of nature and its creation. You revel in it
This is also a good read


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