Hope at Sunset

Across the fading valley
The silver bay shines,
effulgent edge
under twilight hills.

Confined
flat waters
cut a thin line
beneath dark heights rising.

Saw-toothed ridges
rip thin clouds
to ragged strips
the plunging sun ignites

into resplendent light
of love
for this sad, winter world.

poem by Steven Federle
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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