Blue Hour

by Andrea Jones Walker


Perdido Bay and the sky
are the same periwinkle grey
separated by a dark strip of shoreline
across shallow water
where white lights of homes
sparkle like carefully spaced sequins,
the dark morning perfectly
still under canopy of oaks
silent sentinels.
Fog is forecast.
Perhaps it will sneak in from the west,
hushed like the rest of the hour.
The cat wants out
but must wait for full light
until the danger of dark night disappears,
and the wild nocturnals shelter from the day.
I wait too, unwilling to relinquish the safety
of this solitude where uncertainties lie.

 
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Writer and poet, Andrea Jones Walker lives in Florida where she enjoys swimming, beachcombing, and parasailing with her grandson. Her poems have appeared in Emerald Coast Review, The Pen Woman, Ekphrastic Review, Oddball Ezine, and Of Poets and Poetry. She has published five books, all available on Amazon. Her latest, Altars of Wonder, is a collection of poetry, prose, and photography. Currently she is serving as Poet Laureate of the Pensacola Chapter of National League of American Pen Women, an appointment that surprised her. She coedits Panoplyzine.com and is a member of the Emerald Coast Writers.