.....Evening's Kiss
In the Evening, sounds get
Softer, until there's a hush
Which settles as powder
Snow would...leaving the
Earth almost velvet, gentle,
Soothing the last, worn,
Tiredness...
'I'm almost home...almost
There.'
Felt by man, animal, alike.
Evenings are not the end
Of the day...just a breathing
Of kindness, a faint kiss on
Cheeks.
You look around...no one
There.
Oh, there was something
There...it was Evening's
Kiss...until you meet again
Elysabeth Faslund...Poemhunter.com
2007-12-01
14:21:15
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