This week’s poem is here! Enjoy 😊.                                    blue hour 


During that magical autumnal Blue Hour
As the celestial colors of the sunken sun fade,
The faint silhouette of a crescent moon   
Heralds the arrival of candle lit canoes  
With old and young by the gentle waves soothed. 

The colors of Fall paint the wind
With golden, ocher and reds interspersed 
As the leafs fall from their trees like a budding thought 
Whispering in the air verses without reverses.

The mild breeze caressing our skin
Like another whisper inviting us to dream. 
Each heart beat like a fresh awakening 
Dreams of love begin to seed.

This calm moment where the time we forget
Behind that crescent moon the blue sky fades away 
Our soul wakes up, life is felt
Love reigns eternal heaven and earth melt.

During each Blue Hour the heaven sighs
A veil of calm the evening envelops 
As the sun sets, cobalt blue begins its short reign 
While the soft light in your eyes burns. 
 
Pushed by the river’s current the canoe slides along
Over the translucent waters reaching an island called Oblong. 
Each wave feels like a gentle breath, a furtive look
Each instance becomes like a poem out of a story book.

The world is slowing down, it’s more like my own 
 With your hands in mine the the light reflections moved by the water dance. 
There in Oblong a refuge like a brief dream 
Nurtured by the water’s soft sounds as they bounce back and forth around the rocky bend,
This magical moment must never end.

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Charles River looking south-east.  I had forgotten my tripod so there is ICM. I liked the tiny light streaks that resulted from the ICM.

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I liked this heavily photoshopped image of Memorial Drive.

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Love the colors on the kayaks, Carlos.  Great scene!

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