August Sunset


The sun falls behind the mountain
An arborescent feather of a cloud
Unfurls dilutes bleeds slowly
in a bleary sky.

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Cloud watcher and dreamer sometimes wise, often foolish, but I am what I am.
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17 Responses to August Sunset

  1. john zande says:

    Ah, summer evenings.


  2. Kinda sad, Em, but sweetly elegant nonetheless.

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  3. PapaBear says:

    Hi Emm…, Have been away for a couple of weeks (not fun this time) and am trying to catch up on my reading. Liked the imagery in your words, but then you have always painted very well that way. Happy Sunday 🙂


    • emmylgant says:

      Thank you my friend. Good to see you here and my apologies for not replying sooner.
      I hope all is well and you can get back to a comfortable routine before winter sets in.

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  4. Katalina4 says:

    The soft movement from beauty to melancholy…
    and indeed summer comes to a close…


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