Submission Spotlight
The Moment Between Sunset and Moonrise
By Selah, 12
The day descends.
The world is stained with golden light
like paint running down a wet page.
The motes of light through the trees
are like spears.
The laughing leaves are gilded with magic light.
The asters turn to amethysts,
the sunflowers to gold.
The earth is a painting,
A vast masterpiece wrought by a Great Artist.
A warm golden haze invades,
Like fairy dust falling fast and thick.
The clouds have become portals into other worlds in the unending sky.
The sun sinks through them,
like a king,
retiring to his royal bedchamber.
These moments are fleeting,
like the moon shining through a break of heavy cloud cover,
Fraught with unearthly magic.
And then the day exhales,
And the first star appears like the prick of a silver needle,
pulling the thread of night through behind it.
I like the poem! When I read it I was in "The moment between sunset and moonrise" sitting near the water. I've never heard "Moonrise" before, but I really like it!
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