Last Rays



The mountains cast in black

Deep shadows until dawn

The wind now a murmur

The birds gone to roost

The last of the evening light

Casting the billowing clouds

In a golden array

The clouds ever changing

Creating art for the imagination

Of fertile minds

But then the darkness intrudes

The light slowly fades

With the last rays of light

The stars become brilliant

In the far heavens

Ken Bennison

4 thoughts on “Last Rays”

  1. Good to meet you at the supermarket the other day. my very best in your new adventure in Nicaragua .
    Keep on tuckin’

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