Poetry Month, Day 30: Evening


On a cool, sweet evening
Watching the darkness fall around the woods
Watching the mist rise to meet it
I can imagine what my ancestors must have felt
At the end of the day
Hearing their horses chomping and stomping
Or the soft, lambent call
Of the breeze, dying
Amongst the branches.
As I watch the shadows condense,
A dark, wild mystery grows
Sheltered or hiding
Beneath the spreading boughs
Ready to crouch
To spring
To spread across the land,
Hills and dells and dusky silence
Covered in the deep tide of the dark
Shifting into sleep
Beneath the waking stars

Copyright ©2015 C. Mitchell


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