Tuesday, June 11, 2013

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