DARKNESS FALLS
H. W. Bryce
Sitting there watching the darkness
Slowly descending for a soft
Landing on the earth,
The soft scent of late decaying
Leaves tickle
The nostrils to the distant
Musical hoot of the wise looking old
Night owl…our friend the owl.
When she lands, she spreads
Like a fog, embracing all. No street
Light here, only lantern light
for the milking, evening chores,
Then settle on the porch
With a cooling drink, tune in
To the evening Concert of the Night,
Frogs. Hooty owl, Swish of early fly catchers
And late bats. Syncopated, all in tune,
All to the gentle touch of darkness
Upon the softer cheek.
Ahhh! Country days, country eves,
Clear skies, milky ways, dreams, dreams,
Dreams. Inspiration from the flashing
Fire flies, brings to mind the scent of
Fireworks at the fair whose soft
Gathered sounds echo in the mind.
Night falls, gently as the nightgown
Upon her lady of the house, candle
Holder leading her to prayer.
We carve patterns in the darkness
As we make our way about; we make
Friends of the night, our abiding friend,
In refreshing sleep.
Darkness.
Good nigh
t– —
And peace to the Alzheimer’s stricken.
And peace to the Alzheimer’s stricken.
IMAGE from Pixabay
For families traveling the Alzheimer’s journey, read
CHASING A BUTTERFLY
Available from Amazon:
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Thank you.
