STILLNESS

Recumbent warm air

recedes under cool blankets of evening.

Crickets voice night with searching;

a dome of darkness encourages their song.

 

Fragrant pedals of color fold over

like melted silk; resting in repose

under a closed nights eye.

 

A lingering dying breeze crosses an open

porch, teasing a rocking chair into faint

motion; the floor creaks goodnight.

 

 

 

 

 

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