The Blue Hour
Long June days
when light
stays with us far
into the evening.
I struggle
to stay awake
until darkness
descends.
Many sacred
moments revealed
as lights
turn on
across the river,
play white
and orange
on the water.
These days
I don’t want
to miss
any glimpse
of a beautiful
world.
4 thoughts on "The Blue Hour"
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Agreed
I am a sucker for poetry about nature, about color, and about the passing of time. Thank you for this gem.
i like “play white
and orange
on the water.” <3
Exquisite!