Featured Poem: Sunset


By Marcy Von Kohorn
Vero Beach Branch, Florida


Darkened palm trees spread their fingers against the pale pink of the sky

Ripples skip across the water reflecting a holy path of light

A halo of vivid crimson rings the sun as it dips into pools of purple blue

Before descending into a sphere of golden fire

Streaking its gentle demise with swirls of color

And with one final shudder of brilliance

Expires, leaving the phantom shadows of dusk

And then appears the moon

Eulogizing the end of day



  1. Brenda Layman says:


    An instructor of mine once told our class that the secret to writing poetry is to describe what you see in a way that expresses how it feels to see it. You have done that beautifully! Thanks for sharing.

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