gently march the shadows tall
across the sun drenched sward
easing the brilliant verdant green
softening the day as night draws near
where does the tension of the day fade to
as the sun sinks low in the sky
the peace of twilight's subdued colors
leaching energy from the world
guiding it toward sleep
I care not where such anxieties go
only that they trouble me no more
that my mind may rest and find peace yearned for
to make new once more that tomorrow
waiting patiently in the wings
waiting it's turn to take the stage
its act in life's play to complete
until the curtain goes down once more
in the gentle march of the shadows tall
across the sun drenched sward
i loved this one.....it works for me just now. thanks again for your reverie and energy.
ReplyDeleteThis makes for an easy title in the repetition of the two lines. You present a more formal presentation in this tone, or at least more somber. I read it aloud with a haunting voice...subdued. This poem's formality makes it a departure of sorts, but a wonderful departure that I hope reasserts itself regularly.
ReplyDeleteThere is much to nature that you appreciate and upon which you rely. Do you notice nature as much when you are not writing poetry? You look to it for inspiration, methinks. *smiles*