Tuesday, October 4, 2016


[sunset wallpaper from yahoo dot com]

When golden clouds call, come
And you stand transfixed to some;

Glorious, inexplicable, ordinary
Eventide drama of a sky, so very

Coquettish in exiting, it leaves
A taste of yearning, and cleaves

To palate of somber silhouettes,
Waiting to embrace sleep pirouettes,

Maybe long after it has vanished,
A blend of wine to lips, a tryst

Instead, seductive souls do savour,
Insomniac sheep, naught to favour.
GOLDEN TRANSITIONS © gillena cox 2016

I'm blog hopping today at
Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
The Tuesday Platform

[My video choice of today - Мишель Легран Саксофон ~ Осенняя грусть]