Evening
By Cinara
Evening Down sweeping field through windblown grass To spring-fed pond’s transparent glass On verdant bank I sit and gaze The depth of pond through crystal glaze Silent frog on bed of moss Water spiders walk across Water from a natural spout Tadpole tails and rainbow trout Little creek that never stops Crayfish under granite rocks Crimson red is softening Behind a bat of fluttered wing Wooded hills, a thousand trees Are dancing in the evening breeze Sun has slipped behind the hill Now the song of whippoorwill Evening coolness, darkened hues Waters turn to cobalt blues Firefly winks and tree frog sings In harmony with cricket rings The time has passed to linger there The moment’s gone, I know not where Starling flock on purple sky Descends to wooded perch nearby It’s time to safely occupy Night’s resting place - And so must I Written February 26th, 2002 © on Feb 25 2002 08:58 PM PST 0 • 10
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