Weaving the Sunset
Poems of Sundown and Night
This poem’s tapestry concept was not part of the original idea, but it quickly became the inherent theme of its few lines.
As you can tell from this and the final poem, the desert is still getting a little extra rain!
Tapestry at Sunset
Weave me great clouds in white and blue
On sky of palest coral hue
And fringed beneath with grey of rain
Far in the distance, just shot through
With white, a single thread or two
Of lightning, fallen from the skein.
I am used to hearing my own horses as they are not far from the house. There are other horses in the neighborhood, but the canyons and brush keep them mostly unseen.
One nearby horse often exchanges a series of whinnies with mine, especially during the excitement of feeding times. But every so often I hear the telltale “whoosh” of a quiet horse somewhere a little unexpected, and I’m reminded that there are others here and there.
In the dark I hear
my invisible neighbors:
horses snort softly.
There is nothing quite like the darkness of a rain-clouded night.
Rain-dark, nine o’clock:
black night is punctuated
with screech of an owl.
The greener and whiter four seasons of The Hillside Diary are just a quick click away!
Love the tapestry. And the rain-dark haiku.