Monday, July 13, 2009

Poem: Dusk

Dusk

Come.
Sit.
Rest.

Listen to the wind
as it blows gently
down the mountain
and rustles the leaves
in a lullaby.

Close your eyes
and breathe
the sweet fragrance
that has waited here
for you all this time,

waiting for you
to come,
and sit,
and rest.

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The picture was taken in a friend's garden near Sandgate, Vermont. You can click on it for a larger version.

Tom

6 comments:

Nivea Snow said...

Tom - You have taken me to a lovely place. How refreshing!

Derrick said...

Hi Tom,

I could sit there myself!

FireLight said...

Tom, this is such a peaceful poem...about the most peaceful time of day, and you brought back a rich memory of when I was the new kid on my street....30 years ago this summer! One of the elderly gentleman, a widower, a few doors down, used to sit on his front lawn in one of his old fashioned "fifties" metal chairs..and if I happened to be walking my dog...he would ask..."Won't you come sit down a few minutes? I am watching the evening come in." Last night, around eight, it was still light...but the air was cool and the light magical. I was walking my dog and went past Dr. Isbell's lawn...and I just paused and "watched the evening come in."

Shadow said...

you've trnsported me to a different place. and place of peace and rest and tranquility.

Lyn said...

Such a lovely poem..I feel that I am there, and welcomed!

gingerhillery@mac.com said...

I can just smell it!