I hang wheat fields
across the kitchen sky -
paper bright as stars.
In the afternoon
paint
slips through
my fingers
like gold.
Under a whisper of sun
contrasting images
become large
as flowers in a vase -
citrine faces adorned.
Tonight the moon cascades
across a starlit sky
filled with boats beneath
the dark hue
lamp lit
to the naked eye.
across the kitchen sky -
paper bright as stars.
In the afternoon
paint
slips through
my fingers
like gold.
Under a whisper of sun
contrasting images
become large
as flowers in a vase -
citrine faces adorned.
Tonight the moon cascades
across a starlit sky
filled with boats beneath
the dark hue
lamp lit
to the naked eye.
Jan Darrow is a Midwest poet that loves the haunting allure of abandoned spaces. She has been published online/print and has been nominated for Sundress Publications Best of the Net. Her book “Autumn Poetry: A Collection for the Season,” (available on Amazon) was recently recommended by Bookstr.
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