At dusk (tangerine orange)

As blues turn a tangerine orange,
dusk surrounds each of us with the promise
of another day, soon to peak through
the leaves of this old tree, reaching,
straining, but never able to feel blue.

How small is the tree, as the sun radiates,
warmth engulfing everything with the hope
that the vastness of existence pours through
everything with a purpose that we, reaching,
straining, are never able to understand?

In response to Sue Vincent’s #WritePhoto prompt.

copyright neha 2019 / image borrowed from Sue Vincent

I owe a thank you to Christine Bolton, whose “tangerine clouds” I couldn’t get out of my mind. Check out her poem!

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

9 thoughts on “At dusk (tangerine orange)

  1. Thanks for joining in this week, Phillip. Beautifully descriptive. Love the image of the tree never touching blue.

    (The images for the challenge are always my own work for the copyright/attribution 🙂 )


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