Savor Cape Cod sunsets.
Some seasoned with paprika,
cayenne, tumeric red-oranges.
Others like Monet’s garden scenes
bloom in pale lavender and rose pinks,
scattered through buttercup yellow.
Hot summer days wane at oceans’ edge.
Luminescent full moon slowly rises,
cools down dark ebony sky.
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today Lisa asks us to use the word “season” or a form of the word in our poem of exactly 44 words, sans title. Photos taken over the years at our annual two weeks in Provincetown, MA, at the very tip of Cape Cod