Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Sunday Evening - June 1985

Stillness in the leaves,
And fireflies flicker
On the shadowed lawns.

Children call.
The last bird answers
Softly from the oak.

We lie on porch swings
To catch the feeble breeze,
Our bodies resting now, and heavy.

Here, for a time,
Suspended in the golden dusk of summer,
We float in languid peace.

Mary Murphy

1 comment:

secretariat7 said...

Very nicely done. Didn't know you wrote, too.