Tuesday, May 18, 2010

Sunday Evening June 1985

One of mine- Way below the quality of the other ones posted here -

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

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.

1 comment:

secretariat7 said...

That's lovely , Murph. Such a beautiful quiet moment.