poem

The Golden Hour

"And God walked with them

[Adam & Eve] in the cool of the day."

The Golden Hour - 

That hour between

afternoon & evening

Tonight not Golden

but Grey

I walk on grey asphalt

Murky grey clouds

give poor reflection

The last sounds

of the day

Punctuate the air

The air laughs

with children's play

Dinner aromas waft

from house to house

Cars come home

to roost

Scattered lawn chairs

as remains of the day

Rivulets of water

create long ribbons

of molten yellow pollen

I walk to the end 

of the cul-de-sac

and Stop. dead. alert.

A deer. it's white ears

and tail flick. One back

leg moves.

Our gaze is interrupted

People come

the buck runs

He says he plants corn

for them in the woods

Turning sudden

street & house lamps

flick on

"The light has come

and darkness has not

understood it."

A lone dove

A cricket chirps

Joy swells my heart

Smile causes a

ripple effect