Bedtime Ritual

summer sunset


Sunlight yawns and sighing, dons a cloudy negligée,

Tired trees tucked by the breeze fold leafy limbs to pray;

Sky surveys through rainbow haze as God turns out the light,

Day descends, and as she bends, she kisses me goodnight.

15 comments on “Bedtime Ritual

  1. keelymyles says:

    This one, this one is just, just so lovely…

  2. Debbie says:

    This is all kinds of wonderful! I am so blessed by your poems!

  3. Gallivanta says:

    Awww, how lovely. I feel all sleepy now, ready to sleep safe and sound.

  4. Fig Tree Chance says:

    I see nothing’s changed–you still have abundant loveliness here, in photos and poetry–aahhhh! I’ve returned, renewed–just in case you feel like peeking (caddo), but no obligation implied.

  5. Fig Tree Chance says:

    I forgot to ask you earlier–are you still teaching, Mel? I’m honestly interested, as I used to enjoy your mini-reports in comments!

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