Trees stretch their delicate fingers skyward,
Silhouettes backlit by the sunset’s vermillion lips,
While Venus balances on the tip of a thumb.
Your upturned face, a chiaroscuro painting
In the starlit glow of the cobalt sky.
While the moon throws shadows,
Projecting the essence of you
In pastel negative relief,
On the inner wall
Of my heart.
© M. G. Iannucci 2016
Photo: Sunset and Moon
Another instance of finding the perfect photo after writing the poem. Nice when that happens.