A Tender Gentleness

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