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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
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:
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
Lolamouse,
You have painted such a beautiful and calm, end of day picture. So peaceful too.
Eileen
Sweet! Who knew mice could wax so lyrical? ;-)
oh, that's lovely, Lola! I hope this evening is like that.
Wonderful companion poem for that image.
so beautiful.
These evenings, like your poems, are very calming and nice. Thank you.
Just beautiful! I really like it...
A soothing music to calm the heart and mind... love the song...
Your poem is so lush ... lovely.
The distilled essence of summer evening. Lovely.
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.
The crickets are trilling to me even as I read this. Lovely.
Beautiful. I love "the nightsong is ours to sing."
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