#gloaming
The Gloaming Hour
Like a secret
that desperately wants to be kept,
darkness gently unfolds …
unhurried but measured.
The gloaming hour descends
blurring the edge of day.
An in between time,
harboring light while coaxing the darkness
Long blue shadows,
stretched by dying light,
drape the fields like a mourning mantle,
connecting this night to it’s beautiful day…
Willful to keep her memory alive.
Lillie Morris
Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 9:02 AM UTC
as a slung hammock
the moon was positioned
in last night's gloaming
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 8:13 AM UTC
Here in the morning gloaming
burning
my skin flaming
as I imagine red kisses
from smouldering lips!
How easily
in anticipation
you make me whimper
before with pleasure
making me simper -
each kiss
another hot coal
placed on my rawness
with searing softness.
Aug 12, 2018
Aug 12, 2018 at 4:26 AM UTC
Pink wisps
thin, like cotton candy,
f
l
o
a
t
softly around my skin.
I s n
p i
under the expansive, lucid
sky.
S i g h.
Air flows in and from
my lungs.
Hung in the depth of the horizon
sits a mountainous,
golden
sun.
I run (run, run and run),
quick to catch a lick
of the warmth
into my mouth so it
f
i
l
l
s
me
to the seams.
Light b e a m s
from my f
i
n
g
e
r
s
Yellow air lingers
on
my tongue.
I t l
w r
i
'til
I am
unstrung.
Lunge! Forward and fast,
Make this
f
a
d
i
n
g
moment l a s t.
Past the horizon,
the
sun
s
i
n
k
s
low to edge of the ground.
I found
my meaning
in the gleaming
l i g h t
that beats so b r i g h t.
I use all of my height to jump and grasp
the last pink wisp
that kiss(es) my lips.
"'Til tomorrow",
I whisper to the now
dark sky.
I'll keep my head held
up
high,
for this this just a temporary
"goodbye".
Sep 8, 2015
Sep 8, 2015 at 5:11 PM UTC