life:filtered

…learning to live a life filtered by the truth of the gospel.

City sunset as captured by the photographer  February 11, 2017

Filed under: poetry pops — Stephanie @ 9:26 pm

And the sky flames in a brilliant display of orange and
red and yellow, a fiery explosion
of the ending day.

The jagged outline of the city, the black buildings–that
shine so bright in daylight–standing still, tall and dark
in the burning sky.

The cars, headlights and taillights;
glowing in the semi-dark sunset light,
captured motionless now.

Twin stop lights glaring,
red eyes stare intensely back at me,
looking down Shelby Street.

The waxing gibbous moon burns, too,
reflecting the relentless,
dying passion of the sun.

And the spindly branches of leafless trees
stand stark in their blackness against the glory of the
sun, the wedding of day and night.



©stephanie g. pepper

 

You come from that place

Filed under: poetry pops — Stephanie @ 9:25 pm
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Group of Black-eyed Susans

You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.

And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
at moonrise.
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.

You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.

We never said goodbye.

© stephanie pepper, 2013