The evenings are quiet here
A sense of the time that lies upon us
For a corner has been turned
And we are home
Looking out through the windows
The city lies before us
Not that city of garish lights
Of the bustle of the social set
Rather the trees of the park
Dressed in their Fall colors
And the college providing green space
And light for the mind
Yet the urgent ambulance
En route to Hospital Hill
Brings the truth of life to the fore
And grounds us in the world
Through all, the cats sleep and snore
And life breathes in, breathes out
Very nice! ^_^
ReplyDeleteThank you, Helen. Glad you enjoyed it.
DeleteI love your writing. This quiet poem touches me. It is very fine.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Joanne. For a while I thought it might become a sonnet, but now too many lines and no rhyming scheme. Guess that puts paid to that! :)
DeleteI'd been reading poetry, and of poets, and something clicked.
Regarding the GVs, only one left to write... and then an impossible synopsis. The end is nigh.