Upon a Gentle Evening

lake at sunset

Dark descends as sky extends her palms of candied pink;

Earth below reflects her glow in watercolour ink.

Flossy clouds in evening shrouds spin filaments of light;

Shadows stretch as ripples fetch the moon, and say goodnight.

Open It

barn framed

Daylight bids its fond adieu,

Evening splices time in two;

What was, turns into yesterdays,

What will be, is the gift that stays.


Evening Embers



Evening embers, stirred

slow and deliberate

as the fire burns low,

afterglow of warmth


Talk turns contemplative,

each staring into

coals of yesterday, where

memories dance in flickers


Carefully turning

marshmallow clouds

so they don’t

go up in flames