this day has sung its song

now the evening brings a final hush


and we have run out of words

we bring our dishes inside


for the wash and dry and put-away

for the clatter of plates and bowls and such


for cabinet doors and drawers

opening and closing


and now for the soft chairs and the question

what shall we watch


but no, this night begs quiet

we ease into the quiet


letting go of energy, of ambition

turn inward


reading, writing, day dreaming our way

into night dreams






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Written on 2023-06-03 at 03:56

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Sona The PoetBay support member heart!
Ah Lovely
makes me wonder what have you been doing during the day
Beyond beautiful