Saturday, January 24

sweet evening

sweet evening
day's work complete
a meal made and shared
dinner dishes drying
time is ripe for picking

hands pass across the face
the moments wait for none
companion for life
so near we share this sacred space
yet at uneven pace

she eyes closing dreams begin
he wide awake, mind at work
but as dark falls toward sleep he goes
then she rises, woken within
soberly missing time with him

january evening
full of promise and light
for a moment the pause seems long
dusk's sun lingering
then into dark soon vanishing

2 comments:

Hazel Cade said...

Good to see you back in the blog world! Missed finding you here!

NixonsMamma said...

love your poetry, in light of your new season! xoxo.