we live in the bright of the sun
the cupped palms of this valley
holding gently everything
together
even the sky laughs blueness
on our shoulders warmly
and bends to stroke smooth
his reflection
in shallow pond water
edged with purple loosestrife
in high summer even the shallows
are beautiful, the shadows
after sunset not true dark
but simply night
opening hands
to loose dreaming
on a sighing world
Susan Daniels Poetry 
“the shadows
after sunset not true dark”
what a lovely thought
Thanks, Audra. The twilight seems softer, for some reason.
yes it does… always. Gentle closing of the day and you expressed it so well
Aww–you are gonna make me blush again!
blush away…. you are fabulous with your words
The joy of summer, the sky that laughs blue and and thus gentle, that bends to stroke smooth and thus sensuous…and what great sound effects – you sing so beautifully Susan! well done, once again.
Noel, thanking you so much…a simple summer song 🙂 Glad you like it!
Lovely!
Thanks, Holly!
Sun and sunshine… your poem shines 🙂
Thanks, GS!
So colorfully sweet.
Thanks, George–tried to catch all the colors I could here 🙂
very nice susan. strong finish on the last stanza:)
Thanks, Don!
I’m melting in sunlight. Shared on fb w/link back. Hope you don’t mind I shared the whole poem, and added your name at bottom.
Oh, Georgia–thanks so much! Honored 🙂
Nice. We think of night as a covering, but in reality it opens to our view the greater universe, and with it, perspective on our place in it.
Thanks, Nelle. Your thoughts here are wonderful.
An encompassing beauty!