Stars after sunset: Far into the cooling night they twinkle— until you yawn— A poem. |
| Serenade to Odin's Day Even half-blind I see how you brighten our north-western horizon, sky shifting from orange to red to purple — how only puce remains to greet the pinpricks of your ancient cousins — those who bide their time. This is your realm. As long as you are lit they blush respectful, bow before your golden glow — but soon — twilight diamonds sprinkle greetings through your dreams. Far into the cooling night they twinkle — until you yawn — stretch out your fiery fingers to wake our dawn. © Copyright 2022 Kåre Enga [179.28] (8.juni.2022) 14 lines Submitted to
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