IN THE EVENING WHEN THE DAY ENDS

Hear the crickets chirping across the field,
harmony to the cicada call. All is still
in the evening when the day ends.

You step out to the porch swing, bringing
a cup for you and one for me. A cup of tea
in the evening when the day ends,

steeped and steaming, it has me dreaming
of how mellow love is. It is the soft breath
in the evening when the day ends,

of a summer breeze, there is ease in your motion,
a notion that soft caresses will soothe each heart
in the evening when the day ends,

as it has from the start. Listening to night fall
not making a sound as it hits the ground,
in the evening when the day ends.

There is just me and you,
our teas and the summer breeze!
In the evening when the day ends.

© Walter J. Wojtanik

 

 

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