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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Evening Song

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The evening sings for us
Listen
Mourning doves coo their couplings
Crickets trill mating songs
The barred owl searches out his partner
and the chaos of the day is quelled

The evening paints the sky for us
A watercolor tableau of
crimson bleeding into gold
azure into indigo
The fading light softening the edges of the day 
                                                                              
The evening air is perfumed for us
Late summer jasmine
mingles with rose petals and anticipation
We inhale the intoxicating balm
and let it seep into our pores

The evening sings for us, then
quiets to a hush and
makes its graceful exit; for
the night's song
is ours to sing.

written for Poetry Jam, Evening

14 comments:

Brian Miller said...

mmm...you captured a lot of nice textures...the sounds, i love them...and the sights...had not really thought about the smells....very nice...keep singing

Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...

Lolamouse,

You have painted such a beautiful and calm, end of day picture. So peaceful too.

Eileen

Fireblossom said...

Sweet! Who knew mice could wax so lyrical? ;-)

NanU said...

oh, that's lovely, Lola! I hope this evening is like that.

Madeleine Begun Kane said...

Wonderful companion poem for that image.

Mynx said...

so beautiful.

darev2005 said...

These evenings, like your poems, are very calming and nice. Thank you.

Pat Tillett said...

Just beautiful! I really like it...

Heaven said...

A soothing music to calm the heart and mind... love the song...

Helen said...

Your poem is so lush ... lovely.

vivinfrance said...

The distilled essence of summer evening. Lovely.

Mark, Bagman and Butler said...

I love the sights and sounds you capture here and the way the poem flows from day into night and the ending lines are are wonderful -- bringing us back as singers.

Enchanted Oak said...

The crickets are trilling to me even as I read this. Lovely.

Mary said...

Beautiful. I love "the nightsong is ours to sing."