Sunset At Hawk’s Nest

· Verse
Platinum pupil and golden orange iris,
   Pure rose and turquoise the lids of the eye,
Lashes of evergreen and the gliding hawk's wing,
   Dark umber brows of the rustling oak bough.

Plato's puppet dances without strings,
   Tracing the shade of the fair plane tree,
Yet under his gaze nothing is new
   But shadows cast from high platitudes.

The eye of Horus gleams in the hours of twilight,
   A thousand eyes dreaming now wake to the sight:
A crescent smile, mother-of-pearl and silvery bright,
   Beaming with warmth on the face of the night.

Jon Awbrey
Glen Arbor, Michigan
August 25, 1990

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