Evening in the mountains
by poetrydiary
Midday’s tyrant sun has gone;
and returning now as artist
paints that peak, those roofs, this lake,
like ripples on a mirrored pond,
with light,
made precious in her fading.
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I’m enjoying the atmosphere here. This was prompted by the view from the house I’m staying in yesterday evening.
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This poem is like a painting. I feel as if I can see it. Beautiful
this is beautiful… evening light is really a great painter.
Your evening light paints a beautiful echo in your poem. So very lovely.
This is a gorgeous fragment of lyrical description. It puts your reader there.
so beautiful nature
With light made precious in her fading, it says so much
You’ve captured the elusiveness of the setting sun softly fading… like time slipping through one’s fingers.
I enjoy being able to see this scene through your eyes. I feel like I have just read a painting!!
makes for a beautiful artist eh? much like the fall, the close of the day flashes us in her most beutiful colors before disappearing….
Great imagery, sounds like a marvelous sunset!
Yes! Love the tyrant made artist personification.
picturesque setting…….
So beautiful. Did you take a photo? Sounds like such a lovely vista.
What wonderful imagery!
Fantastically serene imagery. I love this vivid piece.Thank you for sharing.