Sublime Time

Written for this month’s Dome Poets theme, “Landscapes”, this poem reflects upon a twilight walk with Frankie. As day slowly yielded to evening, the changing sky transformed a familiar landscape into a moment that felt both sublime and surreal.

Sublime Time

The landscape changes, yet the sky
remembers every path taken,
between sunrise and sunset.

My walking companion, Frankie, and I
prefer the grandeur of the sun’s twilight time,
which is always a sublime time
to explore nature’s wondrous tapestry.

her rostrum’s down lights are on theatrical display,
pastel hues of mauve, gold, and hessian grey
creating a silent chromatic archway
above the earthy silhouettes of trees and birds.

For a surreal, sublime moment,
there we stood upon life’s cosmic causeway.

From earthly pathways to life’s cosmic causeway, as twilight deepened and the sky unveiled its chromatic tapestry, this E.L.O. classic seemed a fitting companion for the journey.

Ivor Steven © November 2026