Friday, April 19, 2019

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.

2 comments:

L.L. Barkat said...

I love "a silent timepiece." :)

DIANE STEPHENSON said...

God’s breath rustling
the leaves of the trees,
the sound of the child
wanting to go home.

The words flow together with sound like a paintbrush swiped across a canvass leaving behind vivid colors that please the ear and eye. Thanks for sharing.