The Golden Hour

d’Verse Poets Pub – Quadrille #105: Cry Havoc and Let ‘SLIP’ the Dogs of War

The Golden Hour

It happens just before the sun slips
out of sight, behind the pine covered
hills. Those few moments when the
whole of my world is painted gold,
as if King Midas touched his finger
to the trees and houses
and they shimmer in delight.

13 thoughts on “The Golden Hour

  1. One of my favourite times of day – the other being sunrise – especially in the summer, when the light is magical. I love the mythological reference, Candy, and the thought of trees and houses shimmering in delight.

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