Added on by Archer Dougherty.

by Archer Dougherty


Yellow evening rolls down the mountain

Burning tips, black silhouettes of the cottonwood trees.


The warm white sheep trickle into a stream, under

The marble sickle moon. 


Cool indigo shadows flow out among the golden

Hills; the crow settles into his shroud.


Evening sinking silence cushions the tick

Of the clock; stills, then moves, then stills again. 

The red wine grabs the sun in a pair

Of green glasses - the stars in their shadows dissolve

In the fading light.

The orange flame of evening extinguishes itself 

In the perfect shadows of your hair. 


Slow thumbnail strokes;

a strong chin in a marble palm - cradling a light smile. 


Cool moonlight slides over our naked