This evening
flickers with
a strange restlessness…
Is it the pigeons
fluttering within the roof
the birds
calling
in glossolaliacal tongues
across this valley
Is it the
grey warmth
of the fading sun
that lies heavy
on the
cheery, sunny green
of these unfolding hills?
Is it
the waning energy
of children at play
tiring of their games
in this quiet twilight?
Or is it
the Friend
who went away
who receded
across the mountain
like the sun
after a grey day?
4 responses so far ↓
leafless // August 25, 2008 at 12:41 pm
Beautiful.
spiritwoman // August 25, 2008 at 3:46 pm
Thanks…
shine87 // August 25, 2008 at 7:38 pm
Very expressive, wish i could write like that!
Nce blog btw, keep writting !
spiritwoman // August 26, 2008 at 9:18 am
Thanks so much for visiting, and glad you liked the poem…