Evening
windows open just a sliver
invite pine kissed air into the living room
where I sit in contemplation on a breezy June evening
the horizon looks to catch the falling sun
while a quiet psithurism whispers summer sweetness into my ears
turning itself into a surprise caesura that breaks the stormy sky’s unwelcome fermata
the wind tiptoes along my arms
and I shiver slightly as its invisible prints disappear
I prepare for nightfall–
overcome with the desire to dance barefoot
beneath the milky way
swaying to nature’s symphony with you
3 thoughts on "Evening"
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Careful with those windows;
You’ll catch a cold 😂. Besides, your vocabulary is showing 😂
Still, worth it for the barefoot dancing.
Gorgeous imagery as always, H.
All of it, but especially the language of the second stanza, into the gasp of the third.
Hope the gloaming brings you rest.
In the midst of this unrelenting heat, I’ll take the cold! If folks happen to get a glimpse of the vocabulary, so be it. Ha!
Thank you for reading and saying such kind words, Joseph. Yesterday’s gloaming was pure perfection. Restful and peaceful.
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