Sunset At Asilomar

The sun glows mandarin-red
  in the twilight —
The silver-blue waves
  tumble & roll
  with thundering power —
An eerie boundary
  glistens along the shoreline:
    an orange-bright ribbon
  curling the day’s last light.

Eight deer graze
  in the shadowed dunes —
Vague stilted shapes
  stepping lightly
    through rolling patches
      of gray-green foliage,
    foraging silently.

One by one
  they quietly top the dune
    by the wooden bridge,
  plants popping delicately
    beneath their hooves.
Regal, statuesque,
  they radiate the sun’s
    burning-red light,
      then vanish
    below the horizon.

Copyright September 1993
by Phyllis J. Hanniver

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About pjh95811

I am a writer and poet living in California. I love cats, dogs, nature, poetry, spirituality and the Pacific Ocean.
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