The sleepy late afternoon sun
slow-gold embraces the houses and gardens
in amber love and light
like Rembrandt
caressing with light
and protecting with shadow.
It surprises and delights me
every eager homecoming
and I glow in reply
and submit in joy
to the tranquillity.
(17 August 2011)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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