One Late Summer Evening


The shadows are stretching themselves in the dusk
Like cats after napping. The air’s filled with dust
Motes and pollen and midges and thrips and such things.
In the distance the church bell for evensong rings.
Overhead through the branches comes summer’s soft sigh.
And the meadow relaxes as evening rolls by,
As the crickets, unseen, chirp in praise of the weather.
I could lie here, just dreaming, forever and ever.

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