Evening white
kin to the moon
snowy ember
Delphic rune.
Tag Archives: evening
Disconnections: August 9.18
The day closes in layers —
palimpsest first
awaiting tomorrow’s script
inscribed by sandal and toe —
next water, rocking itself
in heavy-lidded blues,
slowing, nodding —
then birds, pulling cloud blanket
tucking in
a yawning world
dimming voices
on edge of dream —
atop, where wisps of day
linger like talcum
a so-distant moon
calls the stars.
Thanks yet again to photographer S.W. Berg.
Connections: April 6.18
Noble fellows
from day adjourned
comfy socks
in rest well earned.
Our wordless thanks
from heartfelt throe:
the bedtime sigh
and wiggle of toe.
With more thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: December 13.17
On brittled page
shadows finger
winter’s braille
summoning day’s ghosts
in silent
bedtime tale.
Connections: September 16.17
The air was still
no finch’s trill
no breeze, no voice, no chirp
and so I know
as sun sank low
I heard a tiny burp.
Connections: May 26.17
In tufts and wisps
the evening air
undulates
like rocking chair.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: November 29.16
Gathering its lavender
pinning it with gold
autumn day retires
iridescently furloughed.
Thanks more to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: September 26
Between the dark and the daylight —
not Longfellow’s evening pause —
comes the afterglow of daybright
September’s twilight bows.
Undulant gentle autumn air,
rocking-chair safe, home-cozy,
whispers bugs out from somewhere
to play their ring-around-rosy.
