darkness covers the linen of skin, folding over with day lost, the sky closes out the feel of sun warm breezes surrender to shadows replacing colors with a flat gray like layers of curtains, the first call of night leaning into 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; … More STILLNESS
Roger Singer 