"We are more alike, my friends, than we are unalike." ~Maya Angelou

Thursday, June 5, 2014

Poem: Evensong

Dusk,
no sun or stars,
dim, empty light,
birds are settling on their perches,
last minute comments being
sung sotto voce.

Mockingbird in the Cedar
will sing until the stars appear.
The scarlet sentinel cries my presence,
his final duty of the day,
a cow bawls for her calf.

In the gathering darkness, Coyotes
begin their evening chorale
with a solo line of melody.
Again the cow calls...
no answer.

Stillness blankets everything,
greens fade to gray
and all nature seems to 
release its breath,
relaxing into night.

High in the west the 
evening star appears. 
Every bird is silent as
summer strings begin 
their surging patterns. 

An Owl sends his muted query 
into the deepening darkness,
nothing moves.
Coyotes call and respond,
much nearer and on the move. 

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