The Golden Hour

annie fahy
Poets Unlimited
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1 min readDec 12, 2018
The Golden Hour ©annie fahy 2018

It happens in the golden hour
when the daylight marries the moon
the sky holds off the darkness
though stars are shining soon.

Illumined clouds of color
Woven with strands of light
the moon a wistful crescent
a tender splash of white.

Breathless in these moments
As daylight fades away
held in silent wonder
eyes sip the sun’s last ray.

It happens in the blue-lit sky
When a chill kisses the skin
that houses offer golden light
through windows from within.

©annie fahy 2018

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annie fahy
Poets Unlimited

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