DUSKING DARK

 

A cedar against a pink-lavender sky,

In the space between the neighboring oaks,

The silhouetted bird flies by,

The crickets sing an evening song,

A lowly cow lows, the day is closed

While along the horizon

The pink fades and goes

Sights and sounds the heart and mind

Senses but lets them slip.

A day is closing as others closed,

Slowly slips beyond our grip,

The pink has departed

Now the trees stand dark and still

Black trees on a gray-blue sky,

As tree frogs “che che” at will.

– eab, Oct ‘75