Evening Walk

The slant of light gives all a clarity.

Emerald silhouetted leaves quake

against the lustered sky as folded  

wings congregate in glimmered shelters,

light and shadow tangled in the branches.

 

The path curves, and we, dimmer now,

and chill, stepping closer, hand, hand,

turn for shelter and repose,

but somewhere further on we see

shivered light spill redolent evergreen.

Comments 3

 
Stephen Evans on Thursday, 26 October 2017 15:34

This bench is where my father and I would sit, resting for the turn home.

This bench is where my father and I would sit, resting for the turn home.
Ken Hartke on Wednesday, 01 November 2017 15:27

I love this description -- sometimes we have to stop to take it all in.

I love this description -- sometimes we have to stop to take it all in.
Stephen Evans on Thursday, 02 November 2017 13:39

Thanks Ken! I agree.

Thanks Ken! I agree.
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