Afternoon light fades slowly
Glistening softly upon the water.
The brisk breeze brushes me
Incessantly pushing me free.
Soft leaves hurry downward
As if on some sort of mission,
Some arcane long lost journey.
This quiet light I had not imagined
As the day softly winds down.
01/16/1976
Posted on 09/25/2007Copyright © 2024 Joe Cramer
