Sunday, February 05, 2006

Dusk


The sun rolls behind the hills
color tints the clouds
twilight time

The last bird calls
stillness encloses the forest
banners of darkness close away the light.

There is a quieting
a time of contemplation
the day is done.

The hopes and dreams of the morning
have been fulfilled
or drifted away

As swift clouds
move out of sight,
they disappear into the night

7 Comments:

Anonymous Redondowriter said...

Ah, day is beautifully done. I mention you on the blog tonight.

10:59 PM  
Blogger T. Beth said...

What lovely poetry! You are fortunate to have so many talents.

1:15 AM  
Blogger HoBess said...

What a beautiful poem ... I especially like the stanza about the hopes and dreams of morning. Sometimes it's OK to not get the daily to-do list done, and for me you expressed that here. Thanks!

10:26 AM  
Blogger Lindsay said...

I had a lovely visit to your blog. A very peaceful place. Love the poetry, photos and drawings.

1:55 PM  
Blogger Jeff Pioquinto,SJ said...

nice poem and nice shot too. thanks and God bless

4:36 PM  
Blogger Endment said...

Fran,
Thanks for thinking of me... I am really enjoying reading today :)

t.beth
Appreciate the kind words

hobess
Isn't it a good thing that the daily to-do list doesn't totally control our world

Lindsay
thanks for visiting

Jeff
Thanks for the encouragement and the blessing

11:38 PM  
Blogger Jana B said...

What a beautiful poem and photo! Definately creates a sense of peace. :)

12:55 PM  

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