With all the rain we've been having the creek-beds are lush bird and bloom sanctuaries!
When daylight softly
fading fills the sky and frames the hills
With colors none can
imitate by He who holds the sills
Over which every day
no matter how gladsome or sad
Surrenders to Forever
Faraway the All it had
When overtures and
undertows and throughways coalesce
Into deep velvet blue of vesper-song and star caress
When what is, is what
was and what was increases its store
As twilight takes this
day into the Land of Nevermore
When creek-beds
brushed with bloom are tucked beneath blankets of dew
And sleepy little
girls are goodnight-kissed, and laddies too
It stirs within my
heart of hearts a tender gentleness
Where daylight softly
fades and fills my thought with thankfulness
© Janet Martin
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