Lying Down
The sun rolls like a
burning ball between lashed
trees, ready to sleep.
Lorie Ann Grover, 2014
Books by Lorie Ann Grover
Kirkus Starred Review, Firstborn: "A fantasy that reads like a lost history tome and deftly examines issues of gender...An engrossing story with welcome depths."
7 comments:
The sun was a luminous ball of fire yesterday, and the moon so lovely and bright!
Wearing my ballet pink tights today :)
This poem pairs nicely with Violet's!
Lorie, the poem and photo compliment each other. Lovely description of sunset. Might you consider placing these in the REFLECT WITH ME: Summer Serenity virtual gallery that I will unveil later this month. You can read more at http://beyondliteracylink.blogspot.com/2014/07/souvenir-from-reflect-with-me-summer.html.
Ooh, gorgeous! The August sun is truly worth poemifying!
There is something about sunsets that inspire poetry. Gorgeous iridiscent photograph too!
lashed trees is quite unexpected... thank you!
Beautiful, both the poem and the photograph. Living in the desert I am privileged to experience majestic sunsets every day. Thanks for sharing yours. = )
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