Southern California (excerpt)
Like a bauble, a rhinestone necklace,
like the nature of a clear, pastel blue jewel,
the air was sapphire.
It held a star and a
diamond crescent – the remainder
of a day-lit moon. The star
seemed to be trying to
reach the night planet but
was starting to fade – failing into
the scorching light and
dissolving like a dust mote
in the sizzling vapors
of the stewing morning
sea and the kitchen
of a tropical sun.
Photo and Poem Copyright c 2016 Cathy Smith from Wishes on the Edge of Time
like the nature of a clear, pastel blue jewel,
the air was sapphire.
It held a star and a
diamond crescent – the remainder
of a day-lit moon. The star
seemed to be trying to
reach the night planet but
was starting to fade – failing into
the scorching light and
dissolving like a dust mote
in the sizzling vapors
of the stewing morning
sea and the kitchen
of a tropical sun.
Photo and Poem Copyright c 2016 Cathy Smith from Wishes on the Edge of Time