Thursday, March 27, 2025

I wrote the poem below while sitting outside by myself at dusk. It was just a stream of consciousness that came to me at the light diminished and the day wound down.

The day has stopped.

It’s taken a breath and is

    slowly exhaling,

Exhaling to a standstill

    To a stillness

    As the day ends.

Birds sing their closing song

    of the day,

Busy chatting away to one

    another.

Cars carry their drivers home

    And get fewer

    As the day end settles.

Kids out playing - high shrill

    voices.

    Getting in that last opportunity

    of adventure before darkness

    closes out the day.

The day quietens and the

    stillness of its closing

    moments rests my heart.