Trail at sunset, or sunrise

It is a trail, flat,

winding its paved way

around a placid lake,

a silent timepiece,

minutes and seconds

sounding with each step,

moving to the sun,

or away from it,

timepieces do that.

Darkness slows as it

approaches sunset,

quickens as it sees

sunrise, the only hints

of which one being

the lessening touch

of God’s breath rustling

the leaves of the trees,

the sound of the child

wanting to go home.

The editors of Tweetspeak Poetry are hosting a 30-Day, 30-Poem Challenge for Earth Month entitled, appropriately enough, Poetic Earth Month. Today, the featured poem is “Hawksbill Crag” by Dave Malone. The poetry promptis to write a poem that lends human or godlike aspects to things in our rneivornment.

Photograph: Sunset at Creve Coeur Park, St. Louis County, Missouri.