Afternoon Shadows
And diurnal consequences.
The shadows slowly slip away
Air breathes a cooler sigh
And the afternoon reflections
Mirror the evening bird’s last cry.
Down beyond the river bank
Deep green forests fade to grey
The crickets chirr electricity
As evening consumes the day.
A whisper hardly heard or seen
Creeps through the twilight veil
Night-time clothes the evening
The bleached colour turns pale.
There’s nothing left to say or do
Then melt and succumb
Into the evenings fading light
As nightfall slowly numbs.
And turns and clicks a closing door
On the last dim lights of the day
And imaginings turn dreams alight
With words that they portray.
Hidden in the garden’s depths
Footprints melt into the dew
And up above the star-studded sky
Let moonbeams filter through.
I awaken as the morning light
Brightens then turns to fire
And slips past mist in the dawn
As it rises in awe inches higher.
The cycle of the day and night
It sits quietly in my senses
Through afternoon shadows
And diurnal consequences.
©
David Rudder
2024
Thank you for reading this piece and my poetry.
