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!

My name is Phillip. I live in North Carolina with my wife of 11 years and 3-year-old son, and at least for the next year, I’m on the right side of 40. (Both the interstate and existence, in years). I am a Tar Heel born and bred, and watch every Yankees game I can. My goal is to visit all 30 MLB stadiums in the next 10 years. I’ve been to 5 so far! Obviously I enjoy writing, but I also enjoy watching and reading sci-fi. I’m slowly attempting to finish my first novel, a “humorous” sci-fi romp which may be finished one day. I am a Doctor Who obsessive and choose Star Trek over Star Wars.

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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