Showing posts with label evening. Show all posts
Showing posts with label evening. Show all posts

Thursday, February 13, 2020

Winter Evening

A chill in the air
The sun sets leaving behind
Winter's afternoon


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Wednesday, April 17, 2019

Evening Noises

Spring break
and shouts of happiness
echo through the neighborhood:
No school until next Monday.

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Saturday, March 30, 2019

March Evening

Inhale the fragrance
of the evening breeze
as it blows through the boughs
of palm and pine trees.

Shadows cast by the setting sun
remind us
that this March day
will soon be gone.

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Wednesday, February 06, 2019

Evening Shadows

Growing with Earth's slow rotation
shadows reach for the days lost youth,
like an elderly woman reminiscing
about the joys of yesterday.

Disappearing as night advances
shadows fade into the darkness,
like the disappointment of a elderly man,
letting go of yesterdays fears.

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Friday, September 06, 2013

I like evening clouds

Istiqlál (Independence), 18 Asmá’ (Names), 170 BE - Friday, September 7, 2013 about 6:04 PM Pacific Daylight Time

I like evening clouds,
they make a refreshing end to the day.

Their gray beauty
reminds me of summer showers
in Oklahoma.

Friday, September 12, 2008

Sunset Approaches

Istiqlál (Independence), 5 ‘Izzat (Might), 165 B.E. – Friday, September 12, 2008 about 6:03 PM Pacific Time

Sunset approaches
and I think about past and future;
the present is a snow ball
rolling down a mountains slop
picking up speed
as it nears
a bottomless chasm
at the foot of the mountain.

Sunset approaches
another solar day comes to an end;
today becomes yesterday
and merges with all the past yesterdays
that haunt my memory
yesterdays that I would relive
if I could,
yesterdays that I might or might not change
if I could.

Sunset approaches
and I watch the slow transformation
of day light blue to night time black
I realize
that my present self is the result
of all my yesterdays;
I am who I am today
because of decisions I made yesterday
and - even if I could change them -
do I really want to change those decision
and become someone else
who is not my present self?