The Golden Hour

They call this the golden hour—
when the sun paints its light
on the nature it has traveled
lightyears to touch

when the sky blushes
shades of crimson
at the witness of
such spectacular beauty

I am lucky to capture
such a spectacle
but the golden moments
of the golden hour
are the ones where my camera
lays on the table—
forgotten
as I am lost
in the beauty

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12 Responses to The Golden Hour

  1. The V Pub says:

    Beautiful imagery in words, Kristian.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Beautiful. You, the poem and the picture. Stunning 🙂

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Brad Osborne says:

    A wonderful poem, Kristian! And your photo has a real “Mona Lisa” vibe to it. I love it!

    Liked by 1 person

  4. johncoyote says:

    Beautiful photo and wonderful poetry dear Kristian.

    Liked by 1 person

  5. Priti says:

    Excellent poem and beautiful photo 😊🌹 Well expressed 😊

    Liked by 1 person

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