Poem #72: After Evening
After Evening
On this perfumed
night, frogs chirp,
in place of cricket song.
No fireflies, but slender
yellow columbine
hovers and trembles
in the dying blue light;
and tweed-hued warblers
seek the rennet,
tried and tested favorite
of all the birds who find
our sunburned feeders.
Have you never understood
the stillness
after evening's dither
or risked the
knowing empress-breath
of tulip and plum,
struck soundless
by languid wonder?
(c) 2013, by Hannah Six
Photo: Steve Voght
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