the !n(tro)verted yogi

Bernie Gourley. Traveling Poet-Philosopher

the desert sun
sets over the lake, 
and all is gold

sunset flares;
& looks like a fire
on the horizon

autumn afternoon —
the sun dips behind the hill,
faux sunset

through the tree gap
cold mountains glow warm
in the setting sun

Posted on July 22, 2021 by B Gourley

Posted on June 7, 2021 by B Gourley

night falls,
and the lapping of waves
is all that remains

Posted on May 14, 2021 by B Gourley

a palm tree,
like fireworks bursting,
blocks sunset hues

Posted on July 13, 2020 by B Gourley

Taken in Kochi (Cochin) in July of 2017.

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