Sunset Poems
The Secrets of the Forest
by Karen Swanson
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
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Out, Out
by Robert Frost
The buzz-saw snarled and rattled in the yard
And made dust and dropped stove-length sticks of wood,
Sweet-scented stuff when the breeze drew across it.
And from there those that lifted eyes could count
Five mountain ranges one behind the other
Under the sunset far into Vermont.
And the saw snarled and rattled, snarled and rattled,
As it ran light, or had to bear a load.
And nothing happened: day was all but done.
Call it a day, I wish they might have said
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Firefly
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Firefly in rouge, dusk flames,
Flying in charmed wonder;
Famed since glad childish days
Fast moving, slow blinking,
Fanatic of cream moon.
Fervency of summer,
Fuchsia night green stunner!
An April Day
by Henry Wadswor Longfellow
When the warm sun, that brings
Seed-time and harvest, has returned again,
'T is sweet to visit the still wood, where springs
The first flower of the plain.
I love the season well,
When forest glades are teeming with bright forms,
Nor dark and many-folded clouds foretell
The coming-on of storms.
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Shadow of a Smile
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
mysterious girl
dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon
nebulous image
a perfect moment captured
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Firefly
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Firefly in rouge, dusk flames,
Flying in charmed wonder;
Famed since glad childish days
Fast moving, slow blinking,
Fanatic of cream moon.
Fervency of summer,
Fuchsia night green stunner!
The Secrets of the Forest
by Karen Swanson
Eagles soaring high, appreciating the beauty below from the sky like no one else can see, marveling at all of it's scenic tranquility.
Rolling hills, rippling lakes, the peak of autumn colors amongst the towering trees creates a sense of security. A cascading waterfall along a jagged cliff causes a serene mist as it descends into the smooth shoreline. Babbling brooks twist and turn winding up and down around the rolling ground. Morning wakes and sprinkles the foliage with dew to make it fresh. The woods are revived again to greet their guests.
( option. Line.. the trees spread their branches for their guest)
The sweet scent of freedom is in the air, the animals live here without a care. Hearing them talking in their own unique languages, that only they can understand, their special bond is far above the intelligence of man.
Owls screeching, wolves howling in synchronicity, patter of critter's paws, quips and squawks from hawks are heard throughout the land along the rustling of falling leaves. The soft flutter of birds wings, listen closely and hear the songs they sing,
Cubs in their dens, the morning sunlight awakens them. Hidden eyes observing from afar, watching their intriguing world wander around.
As the sun sets, the air chills, the wind may blow, but no one will know until they feel it stir, some animals rest other rise, night time is when many of them come alive.
A golden sunset casts a glow, A slivery moon shimmers on a lake and presents an aura of calmness. The quietness of the woods instills a sense of peacefulness to all that live there.
......
Shadow of a Smile
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
shadow of a smile
a selfie in plum shadows
mysterious girl
dusky deep fragrance
living on the edge of June
thrills under the moon
nebulous image
a perfect moment captured
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At Last
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Sunset plum roses
All saffron day they waited
for hued goodbye thrills
when blooming time had stood still
Sunflower sentinels glowed
Pink sunset saga
I think heaven touched the earth
as silver poured down
Dahlias and lilies swayed
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Kingfisher Days
by Evelyn Judy Buehler
Soaring in orange
kingfisher blue in the sun
beyond red roses
Afternoon has come softly
smothered by the summer heat
Oblivious bird
making the most of each day
by still silver lakes
Trills dawn to sunset curtains
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John Greenleaf Whittier (10 poems about Sunset)
17 December 1807 – 7 September 1892 / Haverhill, Massachusetts -
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