The trees are radiant, amber,
in the brilliant glow of eventide,
time for all earth's creatures to head home.
in the brilliant glow of eventide,
time for all earth's creatures to head home.
Horses clip-clop to the barn,
the dog sits by his bowl.
All hearts start heading home at eventide.
the dog sits by his bowl.
All hearts start heading home at eventide.
The round, womanly mountains
along the harbour turn deep rose
as all the little boats chug in to shore.
along the harbour turn deep rose
as all the little boats chug in to shore.
Late afternoon is a golden time,
earth blazing beauty before the dark
as if the light will never come again.
earth blazing beauty before the dark
as if the light will never come again.
The crickets sing an overture.
The stars wait in the wings.
We hold our breath, before night's curtains part.
The stars wait in the wings.
We hold our breath, before night's curtains part.
Life hangs suspended 'twixt a shadow and a dream.
We gather our loved ones closer while we can.
All hearts start heading home at eventide.
We gather our loved ones closer while we can.
All hearts start heading home at eventide.
for Kim's prompt at Real Toads: to write a pastoral poem after the fashion of Jane Kenyon's "Let Evening Come."
I love the title and the juxtaposition of ‘heart’ and ‘head’, Sherry. For me, home is where the heart is, and my head agrees! The opening lines are stunning with the amber radiance of the trees; the womanly mountains and the little boats are wonderful; and my favourite phrase in the poem is ‘Life hangs suspended 'twixt a shadow and a dream’.
ReplyDeletemmmmmm! dreamy!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poetry, Sherry! The repetition effectively turns us towards home.
ReplyDeleteLife hangs suspended
ReplyDelete'twixt a shadow and a dream
We gather our loved ones
closer while we can
A respite from the day's hassles and dazzles to accord love and affections to our loved ones in the evenings. A sane thing in the offing!
Hank
I wish I could go back in time, live those days of magic over again. You describe them beautifully.
ReplyDeleteNostalgic, reminiscent of times WE knew. Your verse runs like an orchestrated theatre production, Sherry. All actors await their prescribed entrance.
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How wonderful. It is true what you say, all hearts head home. "Twixt a shadow and a dream...". You write of this time with so much love and longing.
ReplyDelete"Life hangs suspended 'twixt a shadow and a dream." Add the overture and this is one amazing poem. sigh.
ReplyDeleteWhat a delightful poem Sherry, there is so much to like about it; I even laughed at the womanly mountains!
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely observation of life slowing down at the end of the day.
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the womanly mountains, Sherry. I have never seen them so well described before.
ReplyDeleteSherry- I love every single stanza here, it is full of stunning words and imagery. My favorite line though, 'the round womanly mountains'- I LOVE that line. It says so much about the strength of a woman. Lovely!
ReplyDeleteA lovely poem. I especially love the round womanly mountains and the repetitive line.
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