Let evening come

Thank you for the light

 that passes quietly ....

And for the garden that calls me

 to witness it

checkering through choke berries
 and river birch

                                                       falling onto azaleas and fern

making silhouettes on the fence
that wave in the breeze

gliding along the Siberian irises
 and lilies

whispering to oak leaf  hydrangeas
Let evening come

It is that switching hour
that spirit rides on light beams
and I feel his presence
oh so close
and I long for it to last
and last

But day moves into night

like a quiet prayer

 I thank you for this gift
 of another day
 in my garden

 

and bless my HappyJack
who knows not who
 he brings joy to